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crmsfanfiction · 3 years

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Second Chances: Chapter 1

Author’s note: Hello everyone. Just a quick note of the timeline of this story. It starts in 2015. I own nothing, but plot (loosely as I am sure it has been done before) and my OCs. Everyone else is owned by themselves and Marvel at this point. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Constructive criticism is welcome. This will be a Sebastian Stan/OC story.

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Chapter 1: Broken Dream, Broken Heart

Willa stood still as she took in the scene before her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It wasn’t possible for this to be happening. Her brain couldn’t compute the scene in front of her. This had to be a dream. The moans coming from the bed in front of her are what finally snapped her out of her disbelief. She turned and walked out of the bedroom, the occupants never even knowing she was there. She grabbed her purse and left the home she had built for the past 3 years with the man she was supposed to marry in two months time.

She felt numb. She drove to the airport and paid for long term parking. Not even caring about the cost. She got a one way ticket to Georgia and headed for the departures lounge. Her flight wasn’t leaving for a few hours, but she didn’t have the energy to try and come back. Pulling her phone out Willa scrolled through her social media accounts while continuing to replay the scene from her bedroom through her head. She didn’t cry. It still didn’t feel real. She knew once she saw her uncle it would hit her, but until then she wouldn’t allow herself to break down. Her mama raised her to be stronger than that. Never allow them to see you cry. Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you broken. Break down the private, when no one can see you. Where no one will judge you.

Several hours later Willa landed in Georgia and hailed a cab out of the airport. Giving the address to the cabbie, Willa finally sent a quick texted and arranged for a pass for her. It was a twenty minute ride to the studio lot and she knew once she got there it was going to be bad, but she would make it. Tears started to prick at her eyelids, but she held them back. Not wanting to break down in the back of a cab. Willa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to make sure she wasn’t a mess when she got to the studio lot. Taking another breath and blowing it out slowly, helped steady her nerves and her emotions.

“Thank you.” Willa said twenty minutes later as she pulled out enough cash to cover her cab fare and a tip. She opened the cab door and stepped out into the sweltering heat of a Georgia summer. Closing the door she headed for the guard shack next to a gate. Smiling at the older guard in the shack Willa pulled out her id and showed it to him. “Willa Anderson. I should have a pass waiting for me from Mr. Downey Jr.”

“Miss Anderson?” a soft voice said from the other side of the gate. Willa turned to see a tall blonde holding out a lanyard with a visitors pass attached. “Sorry Ernie. I didn’t have a chance to get this up here before now.” the blonde said as Ernie grinned and opened the gate letting Willa walk through.

“Not a problem Miss Jade.” Jade smiled as she handed Willa the pass and turned to head deeper onto the lot. “If you’ll follow me Miss Anderson. I will take you to RDJ’s camp. The pass you have is a temporary pass, and we should have a permanent pass for you by the end of the day.” Jade chattered as she looked over at Willa. Willa smiled and slipped the pass over her head and settled it around her neck.

“It’s Willa. Miss Anderson is way to formal.” Willa said as she took in her surroundings. Jade smiled and nodded. Willa thought she might like this soft spoken blonde. She reminded her of someone she knew years ago.

“How do you know Mr. Downey Jr?” Jade asked as they walked.

“He is an old family friend, but I have always considered him an uncle. Sometimes even a father figure.” Willa said as her voice took on a wistful tone. “What do you do? Are you his new assistant?” Willa asked Jade. She shook her head no. “I am just a gopher. I get the coffee and stuff like that usually.”

“Ah. I did that for a movie once. It was an eye opening experience. I enjoyed it though.”

“Yeah I am enjoying it. Well here we are. They should be done shooting soon and breaking for lunch. Have a good day.” Jade said as they walked into Downey’s camp. Willa laughed as she saw the five trailers in a circle. He hadn’t changed a bit. Still as extra as they come. Willa hopped up onto a table and pulled her phone out. She sent her best friend a text letting her know where she was. She would call her later to talk and cry, but right now she needed to be clear minded. While she was waiting she pulled up her bank app and transferred about ¾ths of the money from their joint account into her separate private account. She made more money as a nurse and had put more into the account than he did as a waiter. She had left enough in the account to tide him over for a couple months. She would be putting their home up for sale as soon as she could. He can’t afford to pay the mortgage and she didn’t want to live there anymore. Too many memories.

Thirty minutes later found Willa stretched out on the table with her eyes closed and her arm over her face. This is the position Robert found her in when he walked back into his camp. He had a few of his co-stars coming for lunch but he wanted a few minutes alone with Willa first. Her coming to see him was a complete surprise and he wanted to know what was wrong.

“Willa Annabelle Anderson! What are you doing laying on the table?” Robert said as he walked over to her. Willa opened her eyes and attempted a bright smile, but failed as she locked eyes with her Uncle. “Hi Uncle Bob.” Willa said her voice cracking on his name. He swept her up into a hug as she finally broke down into a huge racking sobs.

Robert picked her up like she weighted nothing and took her into his main trailer. She clung to him like her life depended on it and in a way to her it did. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of memories, heartbreak and pain. Holding onto him was like clinging to a lifeline that would help guide her back to shore and firm footing once again. Robert just murmured soothing sounds and rocked her gently. He pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to Susan to come to set and pick up Willa. She wasn’t staying in a hotel and from the looks of it she didn’t even bring a suitcase.

“Willa? What’s wrong sweetie?” Robert asked once he noticed her sobs quietening down and she was just sniffling. Pulling away from her slightly he tipped her head up so she could look him in the eye.

“I found him in bed with someone else.” she said quietly as fresh tears started to slide down her face. “I walked in on him in our bed with another woman.”

Robert’s face dropped when she told him that. It was worse than he had thought. He figured a fight or even maybe a lost job, but never did he think that she would be here because her fiance had cheated on her and she caught him. It boggled the mind. They were perfect for each other. Both had faults and flaws, but they had always brought out the best in each other. He always assumed they would go the distance.

“Oh Willabee. What can I do? Need me to threaten him? Call a hit man? Pig farmer? I know some people. Want to call Keanu to go John Wick on his ass.”

Willa laughed at that last one and shook her head. “Nah. He isn’t worth the price of a hit man. Though the thought of Keanu is a nice one. Thanks Uncle Bob.” She fully pulled away from RDJ and headed for the small bathroom. “Going to wash my face real quick. How long til Aunt Susan get here?”

“She should be here in a few minutes. I have some co-stars coming to eat lunch here. Do you want to stay and eat or just head out with Susan?”

“Oh. I think I will just head out with Aunt Susan. I need to do some shopping and I am not in the best head space to meet people.” Willa said as she emerged from the bathroom. Her face was still a little red and blotchy from crying and her eyes were still puffy, but clear. Willa hugged Robert again as she left his trailer and headed back towards the main gate to intercept Susan before she made it onto the lot.

Willa smiled as she spotted her Aunt and jogged over to the car. “Hello Aunt Susan” she said as she slid into the passenger seat. “Willabee. What’s going on sweetie? Robert texted me saying you were in town and having a tough time.” Susan Downey asked as she pulled out of the lot and headed for the mall.

“He cheated. I caught him.” Susan’s heart went out to her as her heart broke for the younger woman.

“Well we are on the way to the mall. Some retail therapy will do you some good.” Susan said as she pulled into a parking spot at the mall. Willa shrugged in response. She didn’t have the energy to think about it now. The pain was still to close to the surface, but the breakdown in Robert’s arms helped her feel less numb and more in control of her emotions.

They both got out and headed inside. Several hours later, they left with many bags of clothes, make-up, shoes, and accessories. “Thank god we are done. I wanna go to the house and crash. Thank you for paying for all of this. I will pay you back as soon as I can.” Willa said as they loaded all the bags into the car and headed out of the parking lot and to the house Robert was renting while filming.

“No need to pay us back. I was happy to do it. You needed this. Come on the kids are probably driving the babysitter nuts.” Susan said as they made it to the house and grabbed the bags from the backseat. Walking into the house Willa was attacked by a tiny terror holding a plush dinosaur.

“Hey buddy. You’re getting so big now.” she said as she picked little man up and headed further into the house looking for his baby sister. “Where is Princess?” Little man just pointed towards a door and smiled. He was still a little shy around her. He hadn’t seen her in about 6 months. Tickling his belly Willa set him down as she walked into the bedroom and grinned at the sleepy little girl sitting in her crib.

She was just finishing up a diaper change when Robert walked in looking for them both. He stopped short as he took in Willa holding his daughter and cuddling her close. She turned and smiled at him. “Dinner ready?”

“Yup Willabee. How’s princess doing?” He asked as he took the little girl from Willa and headed back down the hallway to the kitchen. It was a simple dinner of pizza and wine for the adults and water and pizza for the kids.

Willa cleaned up the kitchen and put the left over pizza away in the fridge while Susan and Robert bathed the kids and settled them into bed for the night. Heading into the living room sipping another glass of wine, Willa sat down and let her mind wonder back over the past few weeks and months to see if there was anything she could pinpoint as to why he would do what he did. Nothing came to mind. She just couldn’t see anything that would have caused all of this.

Finishing her glass of wine as Robert and Susan walked into the living room, Willa stood up and hugged both of them. “Thanks for letting me stay here. I am heading to bed. I am exhausted.”

“Of course Willabee. You are always welcome in our house. No matter where we are. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we can talk about what you are going to do about everything.” Robert said as he hugged her tightly before letting Susan wrap her arms around her just as tightly before letting her walk away and up the stairs to her room.

They looked at each other knowing she wasn’t okay. No matter how well she was acting like it right now. Robert knew her break down that afternoon was just the tip of the iceberg of heartache and pain she was bottling up and ignoring. He just wondered when the dam would finally burst and how she would handle it once it did. She never did do well with letting people in. Would she let them help or would she push everyone away and pretend she was fine?

So many questions. So many ways this could go. Could she heal from a broken dream and a broken heart?

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zuzu-firequeen · 4 years

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Fire Queen

~Zuko X OC~

Fire Queen Masterlist

~Jet Causes Trouble for Truble~

A week of settling into Ba Sing Se and endless nights of memorizing each of Iroh’s journal entries. Zuko is about to fall into the forces of evil in the upcoming weeks. After Zuko helps defeat the Avatar, both him and Iroh are thrown in prison. I sigh reaching the last page where they just stop mid-word. “Poor Iroh.” I frown at the worn pages.

I stir the soup and flip the roasted duck before chopping it up and laying everything out on the table for when the three of them come home. I go to my room to hide the book away. As soon as I close the closet, the front door opens and they usher in.

“What is that smell?” I hear Zuko ask as I pull my hair in a bun. I walk out smiling at them. “I made you dinner.” Iroh gawks at the table. “Oh, darling! You spoil us.” He rushes to stuff his face as I giggle. “You did this?” Zuko asks from behind me. I watch as his eyes rake over the food upon the table. “Why?” I nudge his arm lightly. “I wanted to. Now come on.”

I sit across from Zuko filling my plate. “Mhh. Just like mom used to make it.” Zori hums closing her eyes. “How was everything today? I hope it wasn’t too busy.” Iroh slurps his soup. “It wasn’t bad. Most of the younger fellows asked where you were.” Zori giggles stuffing her face. “They love you.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

She finishes and opens the topic again. “How many do you think came looking for her, Lee?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbles sourly. “Two? Three? Four? Five? Six?” Zuko sighs, “I said, I didn’t know, Zori.”

“You didn’t let me finish! Seven? Eight?”

“Okay, you’ve had too much sugar today. Finish your food in your room, please.” Zori slams her hands on the table. “What?” “You heard me.” Zori grabs her plate and stomps to the bedroom.

“Six,” Zuko says quietly. “I’m sorry?” “The number of boys looking for you today.” Iroh states grinning. I blush, shaking my head. “Oh.” I push my food around on my plate searching for a subject change. I look up at Zuko and find him already looking at me. I avert my eyes in a haste and stare down at my plate.

He was fine when he came in. Why is he so off-putting now?

I push myself up and take my plate to the counter. “Have you finished already?” Iroh asks looking up at me with confusion. “You know how it is. You spend the time cooking it and then your appetite is gone once it’s done. I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back soon.” I grab my bag and walk out the door without another word.

I trail the lone streets of the city and come upon a fountain with lanterns lighting up the surrounding square. I sit on the edge and trail my fingertips on the surface.

“I see how you fool everyone you meet. It’s in your blood.” I look up to the darkness and notice a lanky figure leaning against the wall. “What do you want, Jet?” He walks closer, smirking.

“I’d like to know something. You’ve heard the stories of the couple that vanished from thin air years ago. Mighty General and his wife. She was pregnant. The General went against the King and well… you know the story. Don’t you?”

I mindlessly hum hearing little of his words. “Not really.”

“Interesting.” “Is there a reason you’re so interested in me? Or do you have nothing better to do?” I bite back, tired of his unwelcome glare.

Jet clanks his two weapons together. “Just trying to make my fellow refugee welcome. We’ve all had it rough. Have to stick together.” I hum standing up to walk away. “Well, you’re not doing a good job.”

I trail down the stone street once more before Jet’s voice chills my burning blood. “Truble Kamie. Daughter of the wanted Fire General, Savrar Kamie. I demand you to stop!” I turn around slowly, glaring my eyes at his stance.

“That got your attention, huh?”

I phase through the seconds, jumping through the barrier and appearing inches from him, with my hand on his throat. Jet’s eyes widen as he raises his weapon, but I disarm him allowing his steel to fall to the stones in a clank.

“I told you, you shouldn’t make accusations. You’re going to get hurt.” I open a small portal. Jet struggles against my hold in fear of the swirling purple hole under his feet. “What are you?” He asks in a panic.

“You don’t want to find out.” I sneer pushing him through the portal. I open another one 10 feet away and he falls to the ground. He stands to clutch his fists. “You don’t scare me, Truble.” I smile feeling the power envelope me. “I wasn’t trying to, but since you want a show. I’ll give you one.” I pushed my hounds out in front of me before spinning and blaring violet flames towards him.

The slim flames wrap around his body taking him down once more. Tying him up and keeping him secure. I walk over with my hand aflame. I kneel to his form. “If you want to live, you’ll answer this correctly.” I lean to his ear. “Who am I?”

“You’re Truble… that’s all I know.” He says breathlessly and fearful. I close my hand smiling. “Keep it that way.”

I walk away before turning to him once more. “And stop following us.” Leaving him alone I make my way deeper into the cold cobble streets.

-Iroh-

Truble closes the door leaving me in question. “Where did she go?” Zori asks, peeking around the corner. “A walk.”

Prince Zuko mutters. Zori takes her place at the table again. “Shouldn’t you go after her?” “Me?” Zuko asked in confusion.

I sigh patting his shoulder as I pass him. “I will go.”

Where could she have gone to? At a time like this most of the criminals lurk in the lower ring. As I round a small shop, I see flashes of a purple hue. Such a familiar thing.

I lean around and see Truble above the young man from the ferry on the ground. She leans down to him with a violet flame sparked in her hand.

“Who am I?”

“You’re Truble… that’s all I know.”

“Keep it that way.”

She turns around, almost catching my eye. I gasp quickly running home. Another fire bender? No. I have only ever seen something of that talent from one other man. I look up at the moon in the sky. “Savrar?”

I open the door and see her sitting at the table writing in her journal. “That was fast.” How did she get here so quickly?

She smiles at me and continues writing. “I took a shortcut.” She walks into her room muttering under her breath. She shuts the door and stays hidden away. Zori walks out with a frown. “Was she okay when you found her, Moshi?” “Found her? I didn’t see anything she did. Where she was… I don’t know.” I rush getting the side-eye from both Zuko and Zori. I chuckle nervously and turn around to make way to my room.

-Zuko-

I near the door raising my hand to knock before Zori stops me. “I wouldn’t. She’s going through a lot.” I look down at my hand and sigh. “So am I.” I simply slide open the door and enter the room. She sits on the bed fiddling with the crimson instrument. “Are you okay?” She looks up meeting my eyes and forces a small smile. “I’ve been better.”

I make my way to sit next to her as she strums the strings lightly. “Do you want to… talk about it?”

She smiles at her hands and puts the instrument away. “Yes. I really do. But I can’t. There are so many things I can’t say.” Her face heats up and I can see her internal struggle.

“Then tell me what you can, Turble, and I’ll do the same.” She holds up her pinky and smiles. “Secrets for now and truth later.” I take hold of her pinky in mine and lock them together smiling at her. “Deal.”

“My dad has always pushed me. He told me I’m made for a great purpose. He had a memorized event line for me to go by. Now that he’s… gone… and I’m seeing everyone here… it’s a lot harder to keep on my path to my destiny.” “What’s your destiny?” She scoffs, “Basically save the world. Can you believe that?” I show her a sad smile.

“I understand.” I look down at my hands, toying with the ends of the robes. “I was forced away from my home. I’ve been searching for something for a long time now. I can’t return home without it.” Her hand brushes over mine. “I’m sure you’ll find it soon. Then you can… continue on your destiny.” I look in her eyes and lace my fingers between hers. Her skin is warm to the touch in the breeze of the apartment.

Her dark eyes seem to draw me in and in seconds I’m inches from her. “It used to be so clear, now it’s getting harder to see what I’m doing. Choosing if it is the right thing or not.” She nods her head. “And you keep trying but it doesn't change.” She squeezes my hand, sighing. “We’re not so different, Lee.”

I find myself unconsciously leaning towards her, but the sliding of the door halts my motive, bringing me back to reality. I stand up seeing my uncle at the entrance. “Goodnight, Truble.” I walk away in a hast.

I lay on the bed groaning. “Stupid! Why would you even do that? Kiss her? Just like that? Dumb!”

The next few days were quiet. Zuko avoided me at all costs and of course with us working side by side his plan works out oh so well.

“Lee, I need 3 jasmines, please.” I hand him the receipt and he nods. I stand there after he starts working on the brew. “Anything else?”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t even looked my way since you came in my room the other night.” His cheeks grow red at the mention. I’m sure he wasn’t going to kiss me. I’m sure of it. We were both opening up our own books and it was an emotional moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I roll my eyes scoffing. “You’re a bad liar.” I walk away with my tray to the back as I hear him. “How could you say that?”

I put the dirty cups next to Zori and kissed her head. Suddenly I hear a commotion from the shop. “I'm tired of waiting. These two men are firebenders!” I rush out to see Jet pointing at Zuko and Iroh.

I glare at him and step forward. “You’re nuts! You keep coming after us for no reason!” Jet lowers down to my height glaring. “You want me to toss you in with them too? Huh, Firebender?” He yells in my face.

A hand clasps on my shoulder pulling me back behind Zuko. “You won’t be doing anything.” Jet looks at Zuko and smirks. “Oh, I get it. Protecting your little girl, huh? Do you even know what she is?”

Zuko steps up to Jet, backing him to the door. “Leave.”

Jet turns to the citizens watching the interaction. “I know they're firebenders! I saw the old man heating his tea!”

An officer shrugs, “He works in a tea shop.”

“He's a firebender, I'm telling you! And the girl, she’s-“ “THIS BOY IS CONFUSED!” Iroh rushes to cover Jet’s words. He groans and pulls out his weapons.

“Drop your swords boy, nice and easy.” The two officers sitting at one of the tables stand up and prepare to take care of Jet. “You'll have to defend yourself. Then everyone will know. Go ahead, show them what you can do, Truble!”

Jet possesses his hook swords and slowly walks towards me. I clench my fist and go to step out but Zuko keeps me grounded behind him. “Stay here.”

One of the officers prepares to draw the swords at his waist when Zuko steps in front of him and grabs the hilt instead. “You want a show? I'll give you a show.” Jet scoffs, “She said it better.”

Zuko unsheathes the officer's double broadswords and enters his fighting stance. He then pulls a table in front of him with his foot and kicks it at Jet. Jet slices his hook swords into the table and jumps over it. Jet swings one sword through the middle of the table, slicing it in half.

Zuko steps to one half of the table and balances on one foot. Jet follows up his attack by cutting through the legs on the half of the table Zuko is standing on. Zuko quickly hops on to the other half that is still standing and lands in a crane stance.

Jet knocks this half to the ground, but Zuko jumps into the air and swings both broadswords at Jet's feet as he lands. Jet somersaults away and lands in a crouching position before charging forward at Zuko again.

Zuko swings both of his swords at Jet. Just as both pairs of weapons clash together. Zuko bursts through the door and tumbles into the street. Jet runs after him and does a few spins before striking at Zuko with both swords. Zuko manages to block the strike and both combatants lock swords.

“You must be getting tired of using those swords. Why don't you go ahead and firebend at me.”

They both struggle to gain control and walk off to the side. Iroh is standing in the doorway and watching, worried. Zori tugs at his sleeve in fear of her friend. I tap my foot waiting the first moment I can dash forward and assist.

“Jet, You don't know what you're doing!” I scream trying to halt the fighting. Zuko swings at Jet, but Jet catches Zuko's broad sword with the ends of his hook swords, spins around, and deflects it to the side.

Zuko spins with it and tries to counter-attack, but Jet hooks the ends of his swords together and begins them at Zuko in large circular motions. Zuko retreats a few steps to avoid the bladed hilt.

“Bet you wish she’d help you out with a little fire blast right now.”

As Jet swings at Zuko's feet, Zuko stabs one of his broad swords through the hilt, pinning it to the ground. Jet looks at it with annoyance before focusing back on Zuko.

“You're the one who needs help.”

Both fighters are down to one sword each. Jet lets go of his pinned hook sword and retreats a step. He turns in a circle and tries to swipe at Zuko, who is unaware of his quick movements. I quickly advance, taking Zori’s sword and swinging it at Jet in a horizontal motion.

Jet pulls his attack just in time to bend backward and avoid my blade, cutting the wheat straw sticking out of Jet's mouth in half. Jet regains balance and jumps backward on to the edge of a well. By now several people are in the street watching the fight. “I told you to stay,” Zuko says through grit teeth. “And I don’t take orders.” I spit back.

“You see that? The Fire Nation is trying to silence me. It'll never happen.”

Jet hooks his sword on to a wooden beam above the well and swings forward at me, attacking with a flying kick. “Truble!” Zuko pulls me away from the target and rolls over on the ground as Jet misses. I groan as we hit the ground together. “Stay down. Please.”

Zuko stands, growling as he swings his sword at Jet. Jet parries the attack and steps to Zuko's side and the two end up back to back.

A Dai Lee Guard shouts upon arrival, “Drop your weapons!” Zuko steps away rushing to me on the ground and helping me up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I shake my head giving him a small smile.

Jet points at Zuko, Iroh, Zori, and I. “Arrest them. They're Firebenders!”

Iroh shakes his head. “This poor boy is confused. We're just simple refugees.”

The shop owner points at Jet. “This young man wrecked my tea shop, and assaulted my employees!”

“It's true sir. We saw the whole thing. This crazy kid attacked the finest tea maker in the city.”

Iroh gushes as he blushes, “Oh, That's very sweet.”

The two Dai Li walk up behind Jet, who looks at them angrily. “Come with us son.” Jet swings his hook sword at the Dai Li guard, but he catches the sword with his hand covered in stones. The guard then disarms Jet and both guards pull the boy's arms behind his back, binding his wrists together using the stones on the palms of their gloves. They drag Jet away towards a wagon designed for holding captured criminals.

“You don't understand! They're Fire Nation! You have to believe me!”

I look up at Zuko to find him looking down at me. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” “Lee, I’m tougher than I look.” He smiles and removes his hands that I now noticed we’re on my waist. “Seems so.” I lean up kissing his cheek. “Thanks for saving me.” He blushes and smiles, "I wouldn't let him hurt you."

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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These Violent Delights Ch. 4

The Black Card

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Talk of murder, that’s pretty much it in this one. The next few chapters will have more warnings.

Author’s Note: Smaller chapter than the last two, but it’s definitely needed to help progress the storyline. I do hope you guys enjoy this one!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

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Elijah quickly walked into the conference room. "What do we have?" He asked as he looked over at the other officers in the room.

He had gotten a call moments ago that he was needed down at the station asap. Without hesitating, he was there at the station in record time. All he knew was the information coming in was about Damon Salvatore.

"We got word that Damon will be making a few calls today." One officer said, looking over at Elijah. "No doubt calling Rosa to confirm that she got the black card. "

"We've got a direct line to overhear the conversation, courtesy of Rebekah." Another officer added before handing Elijah a case file.

Elijah's eyes scanned the file. The only thing that was considered noteworthy was that Damon had already called Elena minutes before he arrived. Closing the file, he tossed it on the nearest desk.

"Alright, all ears in this room need to be open." He said as he addressed the room. "Whatever piece of information you think might be of use, write it down. If Damon is making this call to Rosa I want to know where she is in this city. If I catch anyone that so much as yawns during this call, you'll have me to deal with."

A throat cleared, getting Elijah's attention. "Sir, he just made the call."

"Bring it up." Elijah said with a nod.

The officer connected the call to the speakers in the room. The ringing played through the speakers, and it seemed as if everyone held their breath for a second. A moment later, the call connected. A distorted voice answered.

"Are you fucking nuts, Damon?" The distorted voice asked, earning a chuckle from Damon.

"I take it you've picked up the kitten." His voice clear over the line.

"Obviously. You know I don't mix business with personal affairs." The voice said, causing Elijah's eyebrow to rise. "This is definitely crossing my line of mixing the two."

"Take note of that." Elijah said as he snapped his fingers, wanting someone to take down that as a note. If Rosa didn't entangle herself in personal affairs, there might not be a hit after all. At least Elijah was hopeful about that thought. "Rosa isn't happy with who is on the hit list." he noted. "She might actually have a heart."

"Come on, Rosa." Damon said, not missing a beat. "You know this type of kitten a lot more than anyone else. You can train it in your favor until you get it to Elena."

"You're missing the point-"

"I get the point, Rosa. I get how attached you used to be. But things changed from the last time we were all in the sandbox and I need this done."

That was enough for everyone in the room to know Rosa had known her target intimately. This hit wasn't just some random person that Damon needed to be handled. It was someone who they both knew.

"Run a list of known associates to Damon." Elijah said, looking over at an officer. "Go far as back as you can. Including classmates. There's a connection in there somewhere."

"Don't expect me to do the works on this. I'm changing it to a drop and run."

The chuckle that came through the line from Damon was dark. "Just think of all the fun you'll have beforehand. You might hate dropping it off later but at least you'll enjoy it while you can. While dropping and running would be easier, you know you've been waiting a while for this."

"Fuck off, Damon."

"Has anyone ever found out what 'the works' meant?" Rebekah asked as she entered the room.

"Still working on that." Elijah mumbled as he listened to the next part of the call.

"It seems I've struck a nerve."

"No shit. I've got half a mind to back out of this and return it to sender."

"But no one does it as good as you do. Come on, Rosa. You promised if I called, you'd answer. Plus it'd be a shame if I had to have a talk with V about this."

"I dare you Salvatore. It'd be an eye for an eye and there's only one of them that's currently a sitting duck. While a personal visit would be fun, I have friends in low places that would be willing to help a girl out."

"There it is." Elijah said with a small smirk. "Our list can be narrowed by anyone with a name starting with a V or even their nickname. That's where our ticket to Rosa will be."

"As much as Rosa has been a pain in my side since taking this position, I do enjoy her threats against the Salvatores." Rebekah said with a smirk pulling at her lips. "We'll need a list of anyone who has access to both Salvatore brothers."

Damon sighed. "Look, I want this taken care of, and you're the best I've got. It's a bad one to you, and I get that. But name your price, and I'd gladly pay it if you don't walk away from it. We don't need anyone else being involved."

There was a brief pause in the conversation. It was as if Rosa was debating on whether or not she wanted to do this. Both Elijah and Rebekah held their breath. They hoped it would be easier for them all if Rosa just opted out.

"Triple the payment, upfront." The voice said a moment later. "And I'm cleared from your database."

"Done."

"That is one hell of a payout." Elijah noted as he looked towards his sister.

Rebekah nodded her head in agreement. "He's got enough to do just that."

"I'm serious, D. After this, I'm out. Our contract will be over and I expect you to find someone else."

"Deal. We won't discuss business at the dinner table anymore."

Without another word from Rosa, the line went dead.

A thought crossed Rebekah's mind as the call came to an end. "That payout is so she can completely disappear after she makes the hit."

"Looks like we'll just have to catch her before she does." Elijah said with a small smirk pulling at his lips.

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Adriana threw the phone across the room the moment she ended the call. She wanted nothing more than to strangle Damon for this black card. Damon knew all of her reasoning for why Adriana never wanted to mix business with personal dealings. And yet here she was.

After seeing Elijah's name at the bottom of the tablet's screen, Adriana couldn't get herself to go to dinner. She couldn't face the girls knowing that Elijah was her intended target. She couldn't sit there and pretend that everything would be okay. That she wasn't having an internal panic attack because she was supposed to kill the only positive best friend she had.

She hadn't even bothered to look at the complete file. The initial shock of it all forced her to shut down the tablet and put it away until now. She couldn't bring herself to look at any of the details just yet. Her heart wasn't ready for it.

It wasn't ready to find the traces of her past inside of it. Or learn the new things Elijah had gone through while she was gone. But this was a part of the job that she usually would breeze through. And with every passing second, it was a reminder that she was about to cross a line.

Part of her believed that she would already know a lot of the information contained in it. Even though it had been years since she last spent more than a few hours with Elijah, she still knew a lot of the details of their past. And that alone is what made her the right person for the job, just as Damon mentioned.

What she wasn't ready for at all were the plans Damon had forced on her. "The works" was a term that she and Damon used when Damon wanted Adriana to weasel her way into the target's life. Once she was in and they were least expecting, Adriana would make her kill.

But this was Elijah Mikaelson. The very guy that she had known for the majority of her life. He was the one that could easily tell when there was something wrong with her. And now, she was going to have to put on a brave face if she went through with this.

Now it was a matter if she could do it or not. She may have demanded triple the payment, but she didn't believe Damon would give it to her. But when Damon wanted something, he usually got it. What made it worse was Adriana never failed at her assignments. It's what made her the best on the market.

Elijah Mikaelson was going to either break her streak or make it so she could disappear from her life as Rosa. Adriana just didn't know which one she wanted to go with yet. She knew from the moment she left home that her life as Adriana Vega was a distant memory. Her life as Rosa was about to end if she completed this job. But it was the ghost of her past that was about to make or break everything.

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"What happened at Dinner last night?" Bonnie asked as she handed Adriana a cup of coffee.

Taking the cup, Adriana led her down the street. "I took a look at the travel arrangements after I left the bar last night."

"And?" Bonnie asked as she walked right beside her. She brought the cup up to her lips, taking a drink.

"I couldn't face the three of you after I found out who it was." She admitted. "This was never a life you were a part of-"

"That's bullshit." Bonnie said, cutting her off. "While we may not have known the life you were in, we were still a part of the same crowd."

Adriana's tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. "Same crowd or not, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to this hit. Damon crossed a line with this." Her words had barely been above a whisper.

Bonnie sighed. "How close is this person?"

"We were all in the sandbox together." Adriana said with a nod. "But I can't give you more than that." She shook her head.

Bonnie nodded her head in understanding. "You obviously care for this person. I know this is going to be hard for you to take care of."

"Taking care of it is the easy part. It's getting my emotions in check that will be the hardest." Adriana's voice was emotionless as she spoke about it.

"What happens if you don't go through with this?" Bonnie asked curiously. She probably shouldn't have asked, but she couldn't help it with how Adriana was looking at the moment.

Adriana thought about her answer. All she could think about was Greta's voice in her mind at that moment.

"You are not to fail." Greta said as she circled Adriana.

Adriana stood tall as Greta took her steps around her. After all the training Greta had put her through, Adriana was the perfect killing machine. Everything Greta knew, she taught Adriana, and she made it better.

"And if I fail?" Adriana asked the moment Greta was back in front of her.

The woman took a few steps towards her until she was right in her face. "You may as well as turn that pistol on you before the buyer finds out. It's never pretty, Rosa. Cause once they get a hold of you, you're gonna wish you had done it yourself."

Sighing, Adriana brought the cup up to her lips and took a drink of the hot liquid. "It's either them or me. And I kind of like having the air in my lungs."

"Damon wouldn't-" Bonnie began, but Adriana stopped her.

"This is a business." Adriana stopped in her tracks and looked over at Bonnie. "I knew what I was getting myself into the moment I left. Salvatore is no different from his father, and I've seen what is done to those who go against Damon's orders."

Adriana didn't miss the way Bonnie's eyes widened at her words. As much as Bonnie had been learning from Elena and Caroline, they were blind to what went on behind closed doors. It is evident to Adriana that this wasn't the world Bonnie belonged in.

"Are you going to go through with it?" Bonnie asked a moment later.

Adriana shrugged. "We'll see how deep down the rabbit hole I go tonight."

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Marcel's eyes scanned the list of connections to Damon Salvatore that started with a V. The list still held a decent amount of people on it. Most of them had a record. While a part of the list was still locked away and a few others were six feet under, two names were sticking out to him the most.

Shaking his head slightly, he sighed. The names were going to make things harder. Getting up from his seat and grabbing the paper, he headed over towards Rebekah and Elijah, who had been talking away about the case.

"You guys might want to see this." He said as he approached them and held out the paper.

Rebekah took the paper, and her eyes scanned the list. "Is this the known associates of Salvatore?"

"Yes." Marcel said with a nod. "Going back as far as the sandbox."

It was as her eyes landed on the same names Marcel had taken notice of that they widened. "That doesn't mean anything."

Elijah took the list away from his sister as she spoke. He went through the list quickly, trying to figure out what they had been talking about. His heart dropped at the names.

"We knew this." He said, shaking his head. "Vega and Salvatore were always tied together."

"You heard Rosa, though." Marcel said, looking at Elijah. "Only one of them was a sitting duck."

"It might be time to go speak with them and see what they know." Rebekah said, placing her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Victor is the only one who is still out in the open, and he might just be the connection to Rosa we need."

Elijah sighed. "Adriana isn't going to like this."

“The Mikaelsons to come and question a Vega isn’t going to sit well with either of them.” Marcel added.

“It might be better to give her a call as a heads up.” Rebekah said as she turned to grab her things.

Marcel grimaced. “She’ll still give us hell.”

Elijah shook his head. “Better to have before than after we get there.” He pulled his phone out and dialed her number.

The phone rang a few times before Adriana answered.

“Hello?”

“Adri, I hate to be the barer of bad news, but we are going to be heading over to speak with your father.” Elijah said as watched Marcel grab his things.

“Is there a reason, Mikaelson?” Elijah hadn’t missed the venom in her words.

“We believe he may be able to help us out in a case.” He wanted to give her as much information as possible without actually discussing the case.

“What case? The same one you questioned Caroline for?”

“Yes.” He said with a nod, even though she couldn’t see it. “Just a couple questions. If you’d like someone to be there, we’ll wait.”

“If my father leaves in cuffs from the house after you are done asking your questions, you won’t like what comes next.”

A small smirk pulled at Elijah’s lips. “Is that a threat, Adri?”

Adriana’s chuckle came through the line before she hung up.

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years

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We’ll Have Tomorrow

Chapter Four

A/N: I didn’t forget to post this chapter, it just took me some time to find the motivation to actually put this all together, but hopefully you guys like this chapter!

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC, Jonathan x Nancy x OC (eventually)

Summary: Everyone makes their way to the lab and River’s leg kind of gets taken care of for now.

“How exactly are we planning on finding them?” Hawthorne asked. He was holding onto River, letting her use him as support. Normally, he’d get on her case for doing something so stupid, but now hardly seemed like the time. He was just glad she wasn’t dead or in worse condition than she was now.

“Hawkins Lab,” Lucas answered. “It looks like they were headed there, so it’s the best place to start.”

Dustin scoffed. “Of course it would have to be there,” he said. “At least Dart’s okay.”

“You’re positive that was Dart?”

“Yes. He had the exact same yellow pattern on his butt.”

“He was tiny two days ago,” Max clarified.

“Well, he’s molted three times already.” Steve didn’t seem to be following. “Malted?”

“Molted. Shed his skin to make room for more growth,” Dustin explained. “Like hornworms.”

“Well, when’s he gonna molt again?” Max asked.

“It’s gotta be soon.”

Hawthorne tuned out at this point, especially when Dustin and Lucas started arguing. He didn’t care too much to listen to their bickering, so he turned to his sister. “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking down at her ankle. The bottom of her jeans were slightly torn away, and the bite didn’t look too good. It wasn’t bleeding very much, but there was broken skin and horrendous bite marks.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Really, it’s not the worst I’ve been through, and you know it.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry.” Hawthorne sighed and shook his head. “I swear, you’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.”

River grinned and nudged him playfully. “At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with having a twin to share everything with.”

“And celebrate our birthday alone? Tempting, but I think it definitely wouldn’t be the same,” he admitted. “Besides, who else would give me heart attacks on the daily?”

River laughed dryly and shrugged. “I’m sure you’d get over it.” She winced when she accidentally put too much weight on her injured leg.

“You know, you should have just let me carry you.” “You’d never let me live it down if I had,” she said. “I’d rather lose my leg than damage my pride like that.” She might have meant it as a joke, but he knew there was more truth to that than one might think.

Steve yelling for attention brought Hawthorne back to the moment. It was then that he finally noticed the growling sound coming from a distance. Silently, he hoped it wasn’t Demogorgons, though he knew it couldn’t be anything else. Steve took off in the direction the sound was coming from. Max protested, and he thanked God he wasn’t the only one questioning the sudden rush into possible danger. Putting his fear aside, Hawthorne pulled River along with the others, careful not to hurt her too much with how fast they were going. Max wasn’t far behind, and she even tried to help, much to River’s dismay. If he knew anything about his sister, he knew how much this must be hurting her pride. As of right now, she could hardly even stand, and that alone must have made her feel weak. Something he knew she hated more than anything.

They stopped atop a hill overlooking a great amount of the forest. There weren’t any Demogorgons to be seen, but the sound was unmistakable. Lucas scoped out the area below through his binoculars, easily pointing out Hawkins Lab.

“They were going back home,” he realized.

Hawthorne already had a feeling of dread overtaking him. Hawkins Lab was the last place he wanted to be. Especially after the last time. They had yet to explain themselves, but he hardly thought he could keep their secret for much longer. Dustin clearly had most things figured out already.

It was only a matter of time before they would have to explain that they’d been tested on in that damn place. River and Hawthorne might as well be returning home as well, if he could even call it that. Hawkins Lab was never really a home, but neither was their house. He’d gone through so much escaping the lab, then dealing with the abuse their father put them through. Surely he could help fight off Demogorgons after all that, right?

Yet, Hawthorne almost felt sick at the thought of even going near the lab, much less going inside. That would be even worse. River seemed to be having similar thoughts, and she gave him a sympathetic look as she read his thoughts. He was used to her doing that, and by now he could tell when she was doing it. Like he could feel her presence inside his mind whenever she did.

River didn’t look half as mortified as he felt, but she was always better at putting up a brave front than he was. Deep down, maybe he would always be scared of everything that went wrong in his life. He couldn’t help it, but it made him feel worse when he thought about it. So, he tried not to. Right now, he was focusing on following the rest of the group as they headed towards Hawkins Lab.

The trees began to thin out, and Hawthorne could see the edge of the forest thanks to the flashlight he was holding in his free hand. As they approached the lab, a voice called out to them.

“Who’s there?”

Once they’d cleared the forest, he could make out Nancy and Jonathan standing a few feet away from them.

“Steve?” they exclaimed simultaneously .

Nancy scanned the group, her brows furrowed as they approached. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve countered.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

Dustin peered past them. “They’re not in there are they?”

“We’re not sure.”

“Why?”

The screeching coming from inside the lab answered Jonathan’s question, for better or for worse. Everyone began talking over each other, trying to ask questions and figure out what the hell was going on.

They were disrupted by Nancy, who pointed out that the power was back on. Jonathan rushed over to try opening the gate, but it didn’t move at all. Dustin tried giving it a shot, though he didn’t appear any more successful.

As much as he didn’t want her to leave his side yet, River left him to try and help. After pushing the button relentlessly, Dustin managed to get the gate open. Jonathan took off in his car with Nancy as soon as it was open. They waited nervously, and Hawthorne hoped things weren’t about to get much worse.

They hadn’t been gone long before Hawthorne spotted them speeding back. A car pulled up next to them, Chief Hopper of all people in the driver's seat, rushing them to get in the car. He helped his sister in as quickly as he could. Hopper took off quickly once everyone was in.

Hawthorne had no clue where they were headed, but he started putting it together as when he noticed what direction they were headed. He’d only been to the Byers house a handful of times to talk to Jonathan, but he started putting the pieces together when he realized that was the direction they were headed in. Sure enough, they pulled up to the Byers household, and Hopper rushed everyone to safety inside. He helped carry River over to the kitchen and look over her injury, and Jonathan’s little brother, Will, was set on the couch. He looked completely passed out, and it occurred to Hawthorn that he had no clue what was wrong with the poor kid.

In the kitchen, River was sitting atop the counter, wincing slightly whenever her leg moved too much.

“What the hell happened to you?” Hopper exclaimed. BY now, her leg looked worse. There was a significant—even shocking—amount of swelling and redness around her ankle. Hawthorne knew she’d probably be fine, but he couldn’t help worrying anyways, and it didn’t help that she didn’t look like she was in great shape.

“Demogorgon,” was the only explanation she gave, and that seemed to be enough for him. Hawthorne and Jonathan gathered up supplies from the bathroom to clean and wrap her leg in the meantime.

Hawthorne held her hand as Hopper cleaned the wound, which wasn’t his best idea. If she squeezed his hand any harder, she might just break it.

River hissed and pulled her leg away. “Fuck, that hurts!”

“It’s gonna hurt more if you keep moving.” Hopper finished and wrapped her leg to keep it from getting infected. “You’re lucky it’s not a hell of a lot worse than this.”

“Someone had to keep Steve from dying.” “I had it under control.”

“You really didn’t.”

Dustin, who was sitting at the table, rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have cool powers that could have kept you from getting hurt?”

“Henderson, zip it. I tried my best, but I didn’t time things that well. The problem is, I’m not very good at using them, and I didn’t want to risk hurting someone by accident,” River huffed.

“I’m sorry. Am I missing something here?” Hopper asked. “Does no one think to fill me in anymore?”

“River and Hawthorne have powers,” Lucas said. “They’re like El.”

Hawthorne sighed. “Do you really have to go around telling everyone?”

“Everyone here already knows about all that. Is it really that bad?”

Hawthorne paused, unable to come up with a good enough response for once in his life. He could lie his way out of anything, but he was too far into this mess.

Lucas took his silence as a ‘no.’

Hopper glanced between the twins, processing this sudden bout of information. “How long have you two been flying under the radar?”

Hawthorne shrugged. “Four years maybe?”

“And none of those nut-job scientists know you’ve been gone for so long?”

“They knew we’re gone,” River chimed in. “They just didn’t know where. Dad called it ‘hiding in plain sight.’ As far as they’re concerned, we might as well have left the state.”

“So, what? Acting like normal kids was supposed to throw them off your scent?” Steve asked.

Hawthorne nodded and ran his fingers through his red hair. He was sure he looked as worn out as he felt. “It’s been working so far, hasn’t it?”

Hopper appeared to be wracking his brain, though he wasn’t sure why he was as concerned as he seemed at the moment.

“Every time I think I’ve seen it all, and something comes along to prove me wrong,” he sighed. Hopper left them to their own devices, borrowing the phone. From the kitchen, they could hear him arguing with whoever was on the other line (the police, Hawthorne guessed, which felt rather ironic).

There was an awkward silence, as no one really seemed sure what to say at the moment. So they stayed that way for a few moments, the only sound coming from anyone being Hopper’s yelling.

As soon as Hopper hung up, they all turned to him, their hope slowly diminishing.

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin asked.

“We’ll see.”

Mike was the first to voice his anger. Hawthorne was getting a sense that he did that quite often, though he could hardly blame him. Hopper ordered everyone to stay put until help arrived.

Admittedly, no one seemed to really believe anyone would be on their way to help them any time soon. There wasn’t a whole lot about their situation that would exactly feel believable to an outsider.

Time ticked by slowly as they sat around, twiddling their thumbs and hoping someone, anyone, would come to their aid. The longer they waited, the more and more unlikely that seemed.

At some point, Mike had an epiphany, and the Byers took Will out to the shed to work out whatever was wrong with him. Something about the Mind Flayer, if he recalled correctly, whatever the hell that was. He’d gathered that the kids liked to name these creatures after their weird games.

Whatever the case, it didn’t seem like their plan was really amounting to much. The worst part was the sudden screeching coming from outside. It sounded distant, but they all knew immediately that it wasn't a good thing to hear regardless.

Hopper came rushing back in, and everyone gathered in the center of the room. River stood in front of him, brandishing her hockey stick. It seemed like such a harmless weapon, especially compared to everyone else’s. The look on her face, somewhere between determination and fear, told him that she hardly cared. Like that wasn’t going to stop her from giving her best effort.

They waited in silence, and the room felt like it had gone still. For the first time in forever, Hawthorne felt like he was a part of something. Because despite the fact that he’d just met these people not that long ago, they all seemed so willing to protect each other, and it gave him a sliver of hope. Something he was admittedly a little scared to let himself have.

Hawthorne was immediately pulled back to reality when there was a thump just outside, and a Demogorgon came crashing through the window before the door swung open. The last thing he expected was to see a girl step through the doorway.

When Mike rushed over to her, he realized that this must be the girl Dustin was talking about in the junkyard, the one that seemingly disappeared. El was back.

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marsupials-of-mars · 4 years

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Don't know it I've posted this before but it's one I found in my old phone, apparently written before svs

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Deceit rubbed his scales. They were burning slightly, as they did when he was newly shed. He sneered. Shedding. It was disgusting. Strings of snakeskin clung in clumps to the walls of his stone room making it grosser than it was already. At least he wasn’t nearly blind in one eye anymore from the cloudy layer of dead cells. His scales were tender and any form of friction felt like rubbing on sunburn. He spread ointment over his face and hips, soothing the burn slightly. He hated his scales. More than anything. They caused him problem after problem, but overall they were disgusting. They were hard and cold to the touch, and made him look just like the monster he made himself out to be. There was a knock at the door.

“Dee? Dinnertime kiddo!” Deceit sighed. Patton was kind to him, but he knew it was only out of his nature. And pity. Fear or pity was the only way he got any sort of care. He hated dinner, especially considering he only ate once weekly and every other time he was sat awkwardly with the others, trying to disappear. But Patton wanted him to be included, and no matter how evil nobody would dare hurt Patton’s feelings. He shoved himself out of bed and pulled the bun out of his hair, ruffling it up and combing it back. He pulled on his shirt and jacket and opened the door.

Patton grinned and grabbed his hand. “I made steak and potatoes, your favorite!” Deceit sighed.

“I already ate Monday.” This was a lie, of course, but he didn’t feel like eating. He’d lost his appetite.

"Aw... can’t you eat a little more? I’m sorry, I should have remembered...” Patton cast down his big blue puppy dog eyes. Deceit sighed.

"Seared?” Patton smiled.

“Course! I know what you like!” Deceit paused.

“Fine. I’ll eat.”

"Yaaaay!” Patton sunk out, probably to set the table. Deceit took a breath and sunk as well, appearing in the dining room. Logan was already there, his elbows on the table, reading an advanced physics textbook. VERY interesting. Virgil was at his seat with his head in his arms. He peered up at Deceit.

"Why is HE here again?” Patton gave Virgil a Dad Look.

“He comes twice a week, we agreed on that. He needs to be social.” Deceit hissed to himself. There was the pity.

"Why can’t he eat with the other Darks?”

"I eat with them on Mondays.” He lied like a liar. “Besides, I could ask you the same.” Virgil growled.

"Hey, be nice you two!” Patton set Deceit’s meal in front of him and looked at each of them sternly. “Logan, no reading at the table.” Logan groaned and shut his book, grabbing a napkin to stuff it in as a bookmark. He dropped it next to him.

“Oh! Deceit! When did you get here?” "Three years ago. You’ve been wrapped in that book for too long. Come back to us Logan, the mind has been a mess.” Deceit sawed off a piece of meat.

“Ha ha.” Logan shoveled a bite of potato into his mouth. Roman burst in.

"Hello to those I like and those I hate, you know who you are!” Roman had figured out a way to insult the others without Patton being able to yell at him. He sat and dug in, and all the sides began to talk about daily activities Deceit hadn’t taken any part in. He ate quietly, feeling the others eyes boring into him once in a while, judging. He growled.

"Thanks for the dinner Patton. I really do feel appreciated.” He lifted his plate. “But I think I’ll take this elsewhere.” Patton looked up from his food.

“What? No! Are the others being too mean? Stop being mean you guys!” He grabbed Deceits arm. Deceit yanked it away.

"Thanks. But no thanks.” He stalked away. He could hear Patton’s stern mumbling behind him and took solace in the idea of the others being scolded. But being pitied and protected only made him feel weaker. He made his way through the kitchen, headed to his room.

"Hey! Snake Boy!” He looked up. Two sides he’d never met we’re sat at a small table in the kitchen. He’d always wondered what that table was for. He raised a brow. He couldn’t for the life of him tell what type of side they were supposed to be. And why weren’t they at the dining room table?

"What?” He decided to indulge the side with the sunglasses which made oh so much sense to be wearing indoors at night.

"You’re the new one huh? What’s with the scales?” He swirled his coffee cup. “Remy, be nice.” The second spoke up. He straightened his bubblegum pink tie. “You’re Deceit, aren’t you?” Deceit blinked.

“Um... no...” The cardigan-clad side beamed.

“I KNEW it! Where you going?”

"Away. My room.” Deceit contemplated making a run for it.

"Um, no, you’re sitting with us!” He patted the chair next to him excitedly. Deceit raised a brow.

“Let it go Em, he doesn’t want to have to deal with you.” The side who he assumed was called Em huffed.

“Don’t be rude, I was offering, if he doesn’t want to-“

"Sure.” Deceit sat down. It felt odd sitting with people he didn’t know, but he was intrigued. And he had to prove that Remy didn’t already know him. Em squealed happily. "Fun!” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Emile, Emile Picani, and this is Remington!” "Remy, Em, it’s REMY.” Deceit chuckled.

“Deceit. Though you seem to know who I am already...?”

"Well duh, you’re the new dark side, you were in the last two episodes!” "Episodes...?” Deceit blinked. This Emile Picani must be insane.

"Don’t worry about it, I just want to get to know you!” Deceits heart skipped. Get to know him? But he had some questions first.

"Wait, first, who are you two? I’ve never seen you, are you Sides?”

"Oh, heavens no!” Emile giggled. “He’s sleep, and I’m an OC!”

"An OC...?”

"Yeah, were expecting more non-side extras at some point but for now it’s just us. At least, we’re the most accepted by the fandom.”

"What the ever loving f*ck are you talking about?”

"Oh!” Emile gasped. “You can censor yourself, that’s so neat!” He ignored the question.

“Sometimes in media a sharp beep can be more effective in conveying a swear than the swear itself, while still being deemed more appropriate.”

"Uh huh...” Deceit was lost. But he didn’t quite mind. The guy was charming, in a confusing sort of way.

“Why don’t you eat at the dining room table?”

"Well that’s for the sides.” Emile shrugged. Remy nodded. Deceit furrowed his brows.

"Do they not let you sit with them?”

"Oh, no no no, they’re perfectly kind to us. But usually they talk about Thomas’ problems, their jobs, things we really have no part in or fascination with.” Deceit nodded. “Now your turn to talk. What’s your story...?” Deceit picked at his fingernails.

“My story?”

"What’s your character? Your internal conflict? Why should I like Deceit Sanders? What does he add to the show? What are his quirks?” Deceit looked between the two not-sides. They stared at him in anticipation.

“Well... I’m the bad guy. I lie. I show up and ruin things.” Emile chuckled. "What’s so funny?!” Deceit glared at him.

"Oh, sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you remind me of another certain dark side I used to talk with quite a lot.”

"...Virgil?” His heart sank. “You talked with Virgil?”

"Well someone likes killing the suspense.” Emile smiled. “Yeah, I talked with everyone’s favorite worry wart. He said a lot of the same things.”

"Really?”

"Um, have you even WATCHED Accepting Anxiety?”

"I have literally no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Okay... way to be honest.” Emile smiled. “But like Virgil, I’m gonna have to ask you to go a little deeper. Don’t tell me what you are to everyone else, tell me how YOU feel. YOUR story.” Deceit bit his lip. “There’s not much to tell...”

“I don’t mind.” Emile’s warm periwinkle eyes egged him on. His heart swelled in his chest. Nobody had ever shown such a deep interest in him. He sighed.

"Maybe... maybe I feel a little... gross. Sometimes. And being born a ‘dark side’...with this monster face... it feels easier to act how other people expect me to rather than trying to be anything else.” He looked up. Emile was staring, and Remy had stopped eating. He could see the edges of hot pink irises side eying him from behind his sunglasses. An awkward tension hung in the air.

“Kidding!” Deceit grinned far too wide. “I’m Deceit for f*cks sake, I’m a dark side, a villain made to be feared, not pitied! And I LOVE IT!” Emile’s expression didn’t change.

“Deceit. Calm down. I’m a therapist, I can tell when you’re lying.” Deceit’s grin faltered and faded. He sunk into his chair and put his head in his arms.

“I’m not ly-ying...” his voice hitched. He wasn’t about to cry in front of two people he just met.

“It’s okay. Talk it out. Breathe.” He felt Emile put a reassuring hand on his back. “This is common in a character arc. Denial followed by an explosion followed by an acceptance. It’s how these things go.”

"I’m not a character in one of your stupid shows...” Deceit shrugged Emile off him. “I’m a freak and I’ll always be a freak.”

“A common cliche.”

"I’m NOT CLICHE!!!” Deceit shot up and banged his fists on the table. Emile caught his arm.

"Remy, can you give us a moment?” Remy tossed his hair to the side.

“Go nuts girl, I’m done anyways.” He set his plate on the counter and sank out. Deceit watched him. They were alone.

“I know you’re not cliche. But this arc of a villain has common components. And always, ALWAYS, it works out in the end. Beauty and the Beast, Nick from Zootopia, I’ll leave it at that to spare you from a long long list.” Deceit huffed.

“This isn’t a cutesy animated Disney film.” "Sure it’s not. But it applies to your situation. And I think, despite what you say, you’ll turn out fine. Just use a little elbow grease. Break through the expectations of others and show them who you really are, be who you wanna be.” “It’s not that easy...” Deceit rubbed his scales. Picani took his chin and turned his head so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

"I know. Not much in life is. I’m not throwing some empty phrases at you like ‘be yourself’, ‘follow your dreams’, ‘believe in yourself’, now THOSE are cliche. I’m saying you have the ability to be who you feel is the real you. All you need to do is show it. It’ll be hard. I know it will. But keep at it and it can and will be okay.” Deceit blushed and looked away. “Everyone already hates me. How do I take that back...?”

"Apologize, show them you’re a good guy.”

"I don’t look or feel like a good guy... my scales-“ He freezes when Picani gently runs a finger down his scaled cheek.

“I like your scales. They’re fascinating. They’re pretty but they make you look badass, don’t worry about them, they’re great.” Deceit flushed bright yellow.

“I-i... really?”

"Really really! Everyone loves the villain, and a reformed villain retaining their quirks can be even more fun! But remember: Nobody likes a flat character. Show your colors, your conflict, drop the textbook villain act and don’t be afraid to get messy to show people the real you. Understand?” Deceit smiled slightly.

"I think I might.”

#deceit sanders #sanders sides #emile picani #dr picani #thomas sanders

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itsclydebitches · 4 years

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Let's be positive about the RWBY setting for like half an hour. *Forced AF/We Happy Few Grin* Let's design one of the Wizard's Lives! are they a boy or a girl? how long ago did they live? does the society they lived in have any ruins that survived to the present day? are there any fables told about them? Where they between the Hermit and Inquisitor or after the Inquisitor? Did they rule in the Open like The Last King Did? Did they marry and have Kids? there's an untapped OC market in the Wizard.

There is such an untapped OC market there... and I am quite bad at coming up with OCs lol. But yes let’s chuck out a couple ideas at least:

She’s a woman because the concept of someone reincarnating into “like minded” souls only occurring with cis men is whack. However, Oriana is endlessly confused as to why the magic keeps choosing people with O names. In the landscape of their shared mind Ozma shrugs, sighs, thinks vaguely about gods and their incomprehensible quirks.

Oriana is born some time after Dadpin but still long before Ozma will conceive of and implement his school system. Towns have some organized defenses against grimm, though nothing like what they’d have later on. Like we saw with Dadpin, it’s still likely (common even) for your dinner to be interrupted by a major grimm attack that broke through flimsy perimeter guards.

She’s also in her late fifties and has never touched a weapon in her life. “If you think I’m starting now that you’ve come along you're nuts.”

It’s a major point of contention between them. Ozma got over his paralyzing depression via giving power to four women. He updated his staff. Yeah, he’s very peaceful - this power is for protection, this weapon masquerades as a cane - but he’s still been active these last few lifetimes. Now he’s stuck in someone who is older, more frail, has little to no aura to speak of, no interest in changing that, and unlike a certain farm boy generations later is confident enough to go, “lol yeah no we’re not doing that.”

Basically, this becomes a sedentary life compared to his others. For the first time since he threw himself back into the fray, Ozma isn’t standing on the front lines - against grimm or Salem. Oriana simply won’t allow it and, frankly, she wouldn’t last long if she tried. She’s not a fighter (of the physical variety, anyway) and all the inherited magical power in the world isn’t going to change that distaste, something that’s deadly when trying to survive an actual fight. Instead, Oriana teaches Ozma the value of an “average” life, something he thought he already understood but, frankly, very much does not. She points out - primarily through actions but also words when he’s being particularly dense - that fighters of his skill level are few and far between. Everyone else is just... normal. So what, you think we don’t have something to offer? Only someone capable of punching a crater into the ground can make significant change? Get over yourself. Your ability - and more importantly your willingness - to take care of this community in ways beyond protecting their physical safety is a damn important job. Yeah, beheading that grimm is needed. So is knowing how to grow our food, cook it into something serviceable, keep clothes mended, etc. You want to unite humanity? Learn how to care for your own neighbors first.

For a while Ozma is pissed like excuse you I’ve had families. Multiple children?? Oriana just rolls her eyes. Yeah, I remember them too, thanks. How often did you leave them to throw yourself into a fight, risking your life and potentially leaving them behind? It gets really bad for a while because Oriana isn’t yet privy to knowledge of his first kids - the ones murdered by their mother, but whose deaths Ozma blames himself for because yes there was a fight, yes he participated, yes he died, it feels like all the same pieces Oriana is talking about even though it’s not the same - and so suddenly he’s forced to grapple with that and gods damn you, Oriana, for making me.

It’s a lifetime of learning balance. There are times you take action. There are times you step back. There are moments when you acknowledge that the action you need to take doesn’t always involve a weapon. It’s Oriana who reinforces Ozpin’s love of humanity at its most common and therefore its most amazing: everyday people just going about their lives. Cherishing, protecting, and adding to that lovely normality is crucial to his mission. At the very least so he doesn’t lose himself in it. That, combined with fear of becoming another god, is what keeps Ozma from accepting his continued role as king. It’s her life that teaches him to enjoy hot chocolate when he wants it encourage kids to be kids as long as they can. He’ll create schools that teach students to fight and give them the chance live their lives. After all, what’s the point in protecting that life if you erase it in the process and don’t participate in it yourself?

When people yell at Ozpin to do more it’s Oriana’s voice that keeps him sane, reminding him that he’s already doing a lot, most of which isn’t even noticed. And no, she’s not just talking about his secret war. He can’t get rid of Salem yet, but he can give a young girl a plate of cookies and a lifelong dream. Offer another a second chance. A third a safe space from her father. A fourth the joy of continuing to grow with her sister. It’s important to nurture all of that - even prioritize it at times - while they keep fighting.

#rwby

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shinrasfirst · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant to the main story? YES / NO. (I mean? I’m not sure? I hope he will be more important, but as it is, he could have been cut out of Part 1 of the remake.)

Were they relevant to the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (Except that he kinda saved him.. I can’t answer these questions, I am so biased.)

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. (?)

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on who you ask, I’d say!

How strictly do you follow canon?

There isn’t much canon to go on, first of all. I am taking what I can get and expand on it. There’s probably some stuff about him that I don’t know, because I am notoriously bad at researching things properly, and also I forget stuff. So.. he’s canon-based as much as possible, but then majorly fleshed out by my own ideas because otherwise he’d be a very two-dimensional character.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.

He’s wild and fun and crazy and could make for some interesting threads---

He is actually compatible with a lot of muses because he technically works for Shinra, but then doesn’t seem to give a lot of fucks about his employment status, meaning he can also work with the other side without me having to change his setting much.

He’s gorgeous. Look at him.

He is flirty and easy to smut with.

He has a completely unknown backstory that could be explored c;

Did you see that ass?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).

He’s a bit nuts. If you’re looking for a predictable, soft, sweet romance or friendship, he is not your guy.

He'll probably die young. And there shall be angst and pain.

I’ve seen some people really reduce him to a maniac to lives on the road to attack random people. If that’s your idea of Roche then I am sure you wouldn’t be looking for threads with him~

He is tough to write love/romance with. Like proper romance.

He has a completely unknown backstory.. so my version might differ greatly from what you have in mind.

What inspired you to rp your muse?

I played the Remake and driving on those motorcycles was insane but kind of fun - and then shows up this guy who just drove right into my heart as soon as he popped up on the screen, laughing like a mediocre villain from YuGiOh. I thought that was all it was going to be, but I was thrilled to see that it wasn’t. I just love this character. I rewatched his fight scenes with Cloud a hundred times. He is so.. peculiar. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him, and then I saw a bit more of him on tumblr, fanarts and such, and I wanted to give it a shot :)

What keeps your inspiration going?

New headcanons about him that pop into my head. Finding other people who love him and talking to them & rping with them! Like with all muses, I tend to love them even more the longer I play them, compared to when I start out, because new stories around them develop, I get a clearer image of their character and backstory in my head, and new plans for their future :) On a more to-the-point level: quotes, poems, music, images, all those things give me inspiration. Also similar characters in other media, or stories that fit Roche and that I can recycle and reform into part of his.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO. According to whom? I am alright with the way I write him, or I’d be doing it differently. Would Square Enix think I am doing a good job? Idk. Do other Roche rpers think I am? Idk. Does it matter? As long as there are people who enjoy writing with my version of him, I am doing my job, I think :) There are Roche portrayals I find “better” than mine in some ways, more developed, but I don’t really compare myself in that way.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. Yes and now because while I stand to the way I write all my muses, Roche in particular is one I haven’t fully developed yet. There are things about his story I am still unsure about or have no clear ideas for yet. So, I’m not feeling insecure when I write him, but I am not overly confident in throwing him in any situation, because something might come up that’ll require me to think harder that I’d have to while playing.. e.g. Rufus.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. I’m no Rowling, I’m no Tolkien, I know that. But I think my writing is alright. I try to put some internal thoughts in my replies, describe the scene abit, offer some dialogue if applicable, and move the action forward. I am not writing a book here, I am writing something interactive, so my partner is my main concern aside from telling the story. I do feel like I’m doing an okay job at that, so in that sense I am confident in my writing.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. I’m not entirely sure what this is referring to, but generally I’d say no. I can deal with most topics, it’s pretty hard to offend me, I’m open to most things, and there are very few issues I feel like they can’t be solve with just talking about them.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

It depends? I almost never get constructive criticism. What I absolutely accept is things like.. someone correcting mistakes I’ve made in terms of timelines or canon facts, because I am lazy by default and tend to not research something well and just wing it. So it might be that I’ll put some fake news into my threads that I have no problem with if someone corrects - actually, please do, I’ll gladly fix it. (Especially if they’re relevant to your muse.)

If someone dislikes a headcanon of mine or something that is particular to my portrayal of Roche, that’s really not something I aspire to change. I have my ideas of him and everyone else has their own. If a friend came to me and told me a certain headcanon of mine makes no sense because of the canon storyline or whatever, and it sounded valid to me, I’d consider that. That wouldn’t offend me. If someone just told me they dislike an idea I had, that is the kind of criticism I don’t really accept. That’s not criticism to me, that is a personal opinion that we disagree on. It’s not my problem if someone dislikes my portrayal, they don’t have to interact with it. I take no offense in that, unless it’s reported to me in a rude manner.

With regard to my writing? I don’t ask for criticism and I don’t really want it either. I know what areas I have to work on in order to improve, I don’t need anyone to give me pointers there. I have enough of that in my academic papers at university ;) This is a hobby, so I’m trying to have a good time and good plays with others, I’m not trying to win any awards. However, if I post a reply my partners aren’t sure how to work with (e.g. they need more dialogue, or more action) I am absolutely willing to edit it, no problem. Also, not just on tumblr/in the RPC but in general, people are really really REALLY bad at giving constructive criticism. It never ceases to amaze me how much people suck at that. Like I said, I don’t get offended easily, but it makes me laugh sometimes (e.g. after presentations at uni) how horrible the feedback comes across sometimes. And then everyone gets butthurt and I once again marvel at the fact that no lecturer ever gives advice on how to give good feeback. (I guess because a lot of lecturers can’t do it either.)

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

Absolutely! It helps a lot. Sometimes it’s a real challenge, but those are necessary and very welcome while developing a character. Other people often think of things I didn’t even consider, so I welcome it when they come into my askbox with these questions :)

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

Maybe? If it was a friend or an rp partner, I’d hear them out for sure. If it was someone I don’t even write with.. maybe not. Like, what’s the point? Clearly I made up my mind about it, so why would you come to me to inform me that you see it differently? Go right ahead, neither one of us writes these games, so both our versions are equally right or wrong. If it’s about something that could lead to an interesting discussion, though? I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I'd say some people like chocolate ice cream and some like vanilla. That’s okay. I’m not trying to please everyone on tumblr, I’m here to write what I want to write and if just one other person likes my portrayal, that can be enough for me :) If someone dislikes my portrayal, they’re free not to interact with me.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

I’ve written more characters that were absolutely despised by a good chunk of the fandoms I was in, than characters who were loved, I think. I couldn’t care less. If someone hates Roche - or any of my muses - that’s their thing and has nothing to do with me. As long as they don’t feel the need to inform me about it or send me hate over it, what’s it to me? I don’t need people to like my favorite characters, it has no influence on how I feel.

But also.. why would you hate Roche? Look at him, he’s amazing :D

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

Sure. English isn’t my first language, I’m sure I make mistakes all the time. I’m not embarrassed by that, everyone makes mistakes, even people whose first language is English. That being said, don’t go weeding through my posts looking for mistakes, because I won’t go back and fix them in most cases, so it’s really a waste of time~

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

I think so. I’m pretty relaxed most of the time, and I try to be polite and kind in any situation that comes up. I don’t get offended unless you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do, twist my words, insult my friends, or act like a total brat. Before I start a war with someone, I’ll usually withdraw myself from the situation. I am pro-unfollowing/blocking if I dislike someone. I would never send anon hate or write a call out. I’m not here for that. I think we should all try to be kinder than we feel, we should all show respect for others and tolerate differences, and we should try to treat people the way we want to be treated. Live and let live.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: stole it. Tagging: anyone who’d like!

#( out of mako. )#( m: roche. )

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elydraws · 4 years

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01 │きせいかげよこちょ

pairing: dabi x oc

genre: angst, action, dramatic, lemon (maybe future smut)

word count: 2.2k

masterlist

part 1/? <previous next>

warnings: strong language

author’s note: as I have already warned in the presentation chapter this is a translation of my original fanfiction (written in my language), so I hope there are no big mistakes, however I wanted to try to write it in english hoping it won't make your eyes bleed. （；´д｀）ゞ

forgive me if there is any mistake, I am not very good at translating, so if you have any suggestions about it, it is absolutely welcome.(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

"Stars, hide your fires;

Let not light see my black and deep desires."

┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ 01 きせいかげよこちょ (kisei kage yokochō)

THE NEON SIGNBOARD WHIRRING ABOVE HER HEAD LIKE AN ANNOYING MOSQUITO.

The writing 'Flamingo Night,' of bright pink, flickered reflected on the puddles on the ground. The rain had wet the garbage thrown out of the bins already full to the brim. The smell of rancid and mildew saturated the narrow alley she was going through.

She twisted her nose, trying not to notice the acrid stench of spoiled food. In that part of the city, despite the proximity to the center, it was not difficult to come across abandoned streets.

Few dared to venture into that area of the commercial district unless you wanted to take the risk of getting ripped off.

As much as the heroes boasted that they made cities crime-free, there were corners of them still in the hands of the gangland. They were well hidden, concealed by the lights of the skyscrapers, and far from the cameras and residential homes for families.

Mostly they were suburban neighborhoods patrolled only by the police or small groups of minor heroes.

Everything took place under unsuspecting or corrupt eyes, masked with signs such as that of the 'Flamingo' or the small night market at the end of the street.

Without evidence and moving in the shadows, the villains in the area could not be arrested. The omerta of who lived there allowed the crimes to be committed even in the light of the day.

Nobody saw or heard anything at 'Kisei Kage Yokocho.' Kisei Kage was a slang born just before the Age of Watchers to indicate the neighborhoods in the hands of criminals who used their quirks to sow panic among those without Meta skills. With the Vigilantes and later the Heroes legally recognized by the government, the areas under the control of the underworld had drastically reduced, reaching a few frightened alleys and some shops scattered here and there.

They were the thin and blurred gray line between the significant organized criminal gangs and ordinary citizens.

A life lived like rats in the sewers. You know they are there, that they move under your feet. Sometimes you can hear them scratching in the ground, but you don't realize it until one sneaks between your feet. A miserable existence, perhaps, but a choice for many of them was a privilege.

It was a cruel world: if you were lucky enough to call yourself 'Hero,' you were allowed to do everything, and you could observe the rest of humanity from above, judging it. Power was in their hands.

If they decided you were the bad guy and rebelled, they had a chance to kill you. Take your life without blinking an eye and without consequences.

The government, on these occasions, set its gaze elsewhere. Sometimes the mayor even patted the hero on duty on the shoulder and complimented him for his excellent job.

"Thanks for making the roads safer."

That sounded very like: thank you for getting rid of the trash.

They were none other than this in the eyes of society.

Garbage.

Nobody had ever bothered to ask why. At the end of a clash, journalists had eyes only for the hero; nobody had ever approached a villain asking: "why are you doing all this?".

No one care about a Villain's past or his reasons. What pushed him into the shadows of the alleys, in the darkest meanders of the human soul.

It would be too tricky to humanize the category, to go to think that there is something else underneath or that their idolized Heroes are not all knights in bright armor, and the Villains are not those monsters that move under the bed at night, while everyone is asleep.

It would have been too much to handle for the fragile minds of those who only ask to be safe in a world where only the one with the strongest Quirk can win. A society divided between black and white.

The girl stopped in the middle of the alley. The tip of her sneakers touched a puddle, wrinkling it.

Her figure distorted, becoming unrecognizable, illuminated by the pink neon sign. If this was what she was destined to become, so be it. She would get her hands dirty because she was already born stained with an unforgivable shame in the eyes of society. It was her future. Her fate was sealed even before she was born.

The daughter of a Villain can only aspire to become nothing but rubbish.

At the end of the road, bordered by two tall buildings, the headlights of the cars on the main highway darted at high speed, leaving a bright trail.

Although it was late in the evening, the main streets were still full of life, the voices and waves of laughter rang among the constructions, up to her.

She looked up, and her eyes, in the darkness of the alley, shone like amethysts when they met the soft light of the shy street lamp in the corner. A moth continued to fly close to it, unable to land.

"I'm tired of the games, come out, you've been following me for a while now" the girl's voice sounded bored but sweet and inviting like honey for flies.

The sentence remained suspended in the stillness of the alley.

A rat, around the corner of the Night entrance behind her, pawed towards a dumpster. Something must have frightened him, but, other than the rhythmic dripping of the water from the rusty fire ladder above her head and the distant echo of the city, there was no other noise to interrupt that glacial calm.

She didn't even make an effort to turn around when a can was kicked against the wall next to her and bounced off the center of the alley.

"Uh-oh, someone's in trouble," murmured a male voice behind her.

Another joined the first, very similar, but harder and hoarser, "I DID KNOW! you are truly an incapable!"

A lonely figure, however, emerged from the shadow of the building.

The girl smiled, her lips, adorned with a matte dark brown lipstick, rose to one corner showing the tip of the canines as white as pearls.

She had noticed the man's presence since she left the establishment for her latest job, a pawn shop a neighborhood further south. She had tried to sow the intruder, with fake streets and taking him away from where she lived, but that guy was a tough nut to crack, and he hadn't let go.

He was not a hero. It did not seem to act as such, nor did it look like it. She also crossed out the idea of the policeman. He was too smart to be part of the police. Excluding those possibilities, this reduced the stranger's intentions to two unique options: a competitor who wanted to try to cut her out of the game or someone interested in sharing a slice of her thefts.

"What do you want?"

The man behind her winced, "Uh, right to the point, eh? What a daring girl!" the first voice squeaked.

"Rude!" croaked the second one. But they both came from that single, eccentric man.

A personality disorder? She asked herself, raising an eyebrow.

"Cut to the chase, I'm a busy woman," she said, barely lifting one shoulder, annoyed at the interruption.

What a pain in the ass. She was savoring the sweet and creamy taste of the Bubble Tea from her favorite kiosk before the arrival of that nuisance. The girl reached into the pockets of the military green bomber jacket she was wearing.

She didn't want to waste time with a madman.

"SUPER RUDE!!!!"

"They warned me that you weren't very patient, Lady Hazard... or should I call you Unmei Nakano?"

Upon hearing her name spoken, the girl backed away, turning three quarters so she could finally face her pursuer.

She was impressed. That guy had discovered her true identity despite all the precautions she had taken.

She didn't let the annoyance leak; however, she just raised an eyebrow.

He was probably keeping an eye on her for longer than she had imagined.

"I thought you were just a stalker, but I was wrong," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders without taking her hands out of the pockets. Her fingers tightened the grip on the handle of the snap knife inside the jacket—a slow and calculated movement.

But if he already knew her identity, he was probably already aware of her tricks and the weapons she had carefully hidden under the clothes.

The cold metal of the Bo pressed against her ribs, reassuring her with her presence, hidden by the mustard crop top. She would never be able to reach it in time and without showing up, not with that strange defensive guy.

The man put the hands on his hips.

She couldn't recognize any physiognomy because of the full spandex mask that concealed his face. She could guess his expressions thanks to the orbits of the disguise, which followed every movement of his eyebrow arch. Now, the empty orbits thinned; he was probably trying to precede her next move.

The rest of the man's body was also covered in a tight, black, and gray suit.

"A stalker? Me? What made you think that?" the gentlest voice trilled as he shrugged. He seemed almost offended by such a claim.

"Because maybe you were following her like a maniac! DEFICIENT!" the other voice shouted against himself. The body of the stranger folded in on himself, grabbing his head as if he wanted to split it in two. He composed himself after that fit of anger and went back to speaking as if nothing had happened.

"I'm here for a business proposal. See our organization ..."

Unmei grimaced. "I am not interested," she abruptly interrupted him, returning to walk towards the end of the alley. The grip on the knife in her pocket, however, did not loosen.

For a moment, the man was contradicted by her answer before recovering from the momentary shock "AT LEAST LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY YOU, STUPID SNOB GIRL!"

Unmei stopped, giving her back to him. "Besides being crazy, you are deaf, so ... I said I don't care" this time her tone was sharper.

The masked man took a step forward, but before he could reach her, a shadow stretched from the dumpster next to them, reaching up to his feet.

"WHA—?!" his assailant shouted in surprise when he suddenly found himself stuck in an unnatural position, unable to move a single muscle.

One of his feet was still in mid-air and the same arm that had stretched out to try to grab the girl. He remained suspended, completely immobilized. He could neither fall, supported by a strange force that pivoted on his own shadow, nor advance, chained by invisible arms and fingers.

He seemed utterly taken aback by what was going on.

Unmei turned around, just as that same shadow that had elongated from the bins began to come to life, becoming more substantial and starting to go up the leg of its victim like a snake whose coils tighten around its prey.

The shadow monster came to tighten around the masked man's body until it tightened the grip on his neck, making him jump in hideous surprise.

"You did your research, but not so well," said the girl with a proud half-smile. Her long, petrol green hair slid over her shoulder as she studied the man.

The strange guy had started to tremble, gasping from lack of air.

"And ... tsch... i-if I told you ..." he tried to mark from under the mask, between the groans of pain and the attempts to breathe as much air as possible "...that we believe in a...world without he-heroes...?"

The shadow tightened its hold on the man's neck, causing him a squeak. Completely unable to move, or even just trying to loosen the grip of that thing on him, he kept talking.

His voice was now more hoarse and pasty, choked by the saliva that he could not swallow "...we... want... r-revenge ..." the last words were muffled by the lack of oxygen.

Unmei stared at him, impassive.

The man clenched his teeth under the mask. The girl could see the muscle of his jaw tightening under the cloth, his limbs starting to tremble. It was a matter of seconds before he passed out, or the shadow broke his vertebrae if that irresponsible continued to put off the inevitable.

With a wave of her fingers, the shadow let go of its victim. Her strange pursuer fell to the knees on the ground, exhausted. The man's body was shaken by violent coughs when air entered his lungs again.

The man's gloved hands touched his neck as if trying to ensure that the thing wasn't there. But the shadow, still resembling a shapeless snake, had already rolled up around Unmei's arm, peering over her shoulder like a harmless pet.

"AND THEN WE WOULD BE THE CRAZY ONE!" the man shouted in an even more hoarse voice, still crawling on the ground, before coughing again and looking up, returning meekly.

"I have to infer..." he coughed again "that this caught your attention."

Unmei bent on the knees, tilting the head to be able to fix him in the empty sockets of the mask. "You have my curiosity Zorro" she mocked him by pulling her hands out of the pockets and placing them gently on the knees.

"TWICE! My name is Twice! Slut!"

"My name is Twice," he introduced himself, reaching out a hand towards her, still trembling for the effort to speak "and welcome to the League of Villains, Unmei."

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 5 years

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Every Rose Has Its Thorn Part 6

Summary: Loki gets locked up and a little more of Lilah’s past is revealed

Pairing: Steve x OC

Warnings: some language, mentions of violence, slowburn

Word Count:1280

As soon as the quintet landed back on the Hellicarrier I darted off to my room to get out of my suit. Steve had once again asked me how I came to have my powers and I still wasn’t ready to answer that question. I wasn’t sure when I would be, but it wasn’t now. We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to feel comfortable in telling him everything about myself.

I changed as quick as I could and dashed back to the bridge. I took a seat at the table and watched the video of the other agents placing Loki in his cell. Fury was with him and you knew that they were going to have an interesting conversation.

The hatch under Loki’s glass cell opened up. It was a very long drop back down to earth. I didn’t even want to imagine how far of a drop or how bad the body would be destroyed when the cage hit the ground. I shook that thought away and decided it was probably best I listened to Fury.

“30,000 feet straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works? Ant,” he gestured to Loki, “boot,” he gestured to the control panel.

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.” Loki smirked and walked backwards.

I snorted and crossed my arms. That was obvious. The freaking cage was built before Loki had became a threat.

“Built for something much stronger than you,” Fury replied.

“Oh I’ve heard.” He looked to the camera. “A mindless beast makes play he’s still a man.”

I growled softly. “Show him mindless beast,” I mumbled. I liked Bruce a good deal, considered him a colleague and possibly a friend. I didn’t like Loki coming in here and trash taking him.

“How desperate are you? You call on such lost creatures…”

I tuned the rest of that out and closed my eyes. Lost. I was lost once. I’m not lost anymore. I have control, I know who I am.

I wandered the streets, soaking wet, and jumping at every little noise. I tried to keep my hands hidden as they wouldn’t stop glowing. I was scared, alone, lost. Something in me had changed and I wasn’t sure why or what had happened. All I knew was I had to get away.

Waking up had hurt and I had coughed up some strange colored liquid. Where had that came from? I couldn’t remember much. Just the need to run, to get away. And that was what I had done. It was how I ended up down some back alley in some weird city with people that spoke a completely different language than I did.

I couldn’t ask for help. I didn’t understand a thing the people around me were saying. I was lost and all alone. I heard something fall behind me and whipped around, but there was nothing there. Turning back around I bumped into someone. “I’m s-sorry. I-I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright kid. Let’s get you somewhere warm and safe. I’m Clint by the way.”

“Lilah. Lilah Rose Shaw.” It was the only thing I remembered at the time and I clung to it.

Clint smiled. “Well Lilah Rose Shaw, I’m here to help you.”

“An army...from outer space,” Steve said.

I finally came back to reality and hummed. “Aliens. Oh goody that’s exactly what I wanted to deal with. Because the movies make them look so cute and cuddly,” I grumbled.

Steve couldn’t help the small smile that played on his lips. No, an alien army wasn’t something to make light of, but who didn’t enjoy a good dose of sarcasm?

“So he’s building another portal.” Bruce took off his glasses. “That’s why he needs Selving.”

“Selving?” Thor looked over curiously.

I nodded. “Yeah, that Selving. Loki took him and Clint when he took the Tesseract.”

Natasha sighed heavily at the mention of Clint. “Loki has them under some kind of spell.”

“I want to know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here,” Steve pointed out.

“Thank you!” I threw my arms up. Everyone stared at me. “I’ve been trying to figure that out since the moment we took him. The whole think stinks to me and I think mister god of mischief is up to something. I don’t like it and I’m glad someone else said it. So stop staring at me like I’m a crazy person.”

Steve took my hand and smiled softly. “You aren’t crazy. You and I both have a genuine curiosity.”

I barely even heard the conversation going on around. I was too focused on my hand glowing once more. I watched it for a moment. What was it about Steve that made my powers go nuts?

“He was adopted…” Thor said in a small voice like that meant he was allowed to defend Loki and explained everything.

I smiled apologetically. “Sorry big guy that doesn’t excuse what he’s done. Your brother is acting like a mad man. Something happened to him after the two of you fought.”

He sighed heavily and nodded. “You aren’t wrong. I do believe something happened, but what I cannot be sure Lady Lilah.”

“I think it’s about the mechanics. What do they need the iridium for?” Bruce was trying to get everyone back on topic. We needed to talk about more important things than Loki’s mind.

“It’s a stabilizing agent.” Tony finally came walking in. He was no longer wearing the Ironman suit. “Means portal won’t collapse on itself like it did back at SHIELD.”

I tapped my fingers on the table and hummed. If the portal could be opened for as long as Loki wanted then who knew what things he would bring through or how many. That was my main worry. If he brought an alien army through the portal just how many of them would there be? Was it something we could face if we worked together?

I leaned my head back and stared up at the ceiling. Become an agent he said, it’ll be fun, he said. You’ll learn to fight and how to use your powers for good, he said. Join the Avengers Initiative he said, you’ll meet other people like you, he said. Well Fury, you could have warned me that I might one day have to face an alien army. Better yet you could have told me why Steve makes my powers go crazy and the real reason behind sending me to him. But Nooo! You couldn’t do that could you? That would be too damn easy.

I felt a small nudge and looked to Steve. “Hmm?”

“You alright? You kinda spaced out there for a moment.”

I shrugged. “Just thinking. Fury took me in, but it’s moments like these that make me want to smack him.”

“Fury took you in?”

“Well Clint found me wandering around in some small town in Germany. Fury decided that since I could only remember my name and I now had powers I was safer here.”

He nodded. “Right. So however you got your powers it caused you to lose your memory?”

“Yeah. For a time. I remember it all now,” I said softly.

He laid his hand on my arm. “When you’re ready I would like to hear it.”

I smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. “Maybe one day.” I stood and headed for my room. My lips tingling from where they touched his skin.

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rootbeergoddess · 4 years

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A Night at the Bar

A long overdue commission for @thekraziesreside featuring her OC Em and Dr. Drakken.

Em took out her compact mirror and looked at herself. She thought she looked cute; one of her friends who were more make-up savvy than she was had helped her with her look. She was wearing a simple yet elegant black cocktail dress and matching pumps. Still, she wasn’t 100 percent sure. Dating was not her thing. Yeah, she dated, but she would rather be at home working on her latest project.

“Well, I’m here,” She put her mirror away. “Guess I better try this mixer thing out.”

Em stepped into Dr. Brew’s Bar of Evil. The name was a bit much, or at least she thought so. It was mostly a place for henchmen and aspiring villains to hang out. There wasn’t anything really evil about their activities, though. Most people went to the bar just to relax. Or in the case of tonight, attend a singles mixer.

It was good that Em was going out; she had been in her lab all week. It wasn’t right for her. According to research, it was important for young women her age to socialize. Em did have friends, of course, but most of them didn’t understand her work, and they usually would instead go clubbing. Hell, going to a bar was rare for Em. She was only here because her friend Nicky suggested it. Both of them were single, and they were both free on Friday. Em had no good excuse, so she had agreed.

“Em, over here!”

Em felt reassured when she saw Nicky. They were polar opposites; Nicky was an artist while Em was a scientist. Nicky was wearing a bright, pink dress with lime green heels and yellow earrings. Of course, she was, and Em was happy about that. Em needed someone bright and bubbly like Nicky in her life. Nicky ran over to Em and gave her a hug.

“It’s been such a long time,” Nicky said.

“You saw me last week,” Em replied.

“Emmy, come on,” Nicky sighed. “Talking to you on the phone isn’t the same as interacting with you in real life. You know that, right?”

“True,” Em followed Nicky to a table. “But isn’t talking on the phone enough?”

“I can’t hug you over the phone,” Nicky continued. “And when I do call you, you always seem so distracted by your work. Speaking of which, did you finish that latest gadget? What was it?” “I can show you,” Em said, reaching into her purse.

“Let’s sit down first,” Nicky said, pushing Em into a seat. “I’ll order you a drink, what do you want?”

I’ll just take a water for now,” Em said, taking out a small box. “Now look.”

Nicky opened up the box. She made an ‘oh’ noise when she saw the golden bracelet lying in the box. Carefully, Em picked up the item and slipped it on Nicky’s wrist. Nicky smiled as she held it up, taking a look at it. Em leaned over, pressed a button on the side, and a dart flew out. It flew past a few patrons before sticking to the wall.

“Wow!” Nicky giggled. “So, the person who asked for this is making a store of jewelry that doubts as a weapon?”

“Basically,” Em said. “Not only does it have darts, but it also pepper spray and a mini taser.”

“Can I order one? I’d love one of these,” Nicky slipped it off her wrist. “Em, you really a genius.”

Em blushed a bit. She knew she was smart, but it was always so strange hearing it from her friends or others. She didn’t know why. The waiter brought their drinks, and to avoid saying something stupid, Em took a long sip of her water. Thankfully, Nicky continued the discussion.

“I still can’t get over how well the lock picking ring you made me works,” Nicky tapped the ruby ring on her finger. “Haven’t gotten caught once. Managed to snag a nice set of jewels this week too.”

“I saw that on the news,” Em said “You did a good job. You’re one of the best thieves in this town, probably the best.”

“Thank you, Emmy dear,” She said, looking towards the bar. “Oh, look!”

Em followed Nicky’s finger. That blue skin was hard to ignore. The one and only Dr. Draken was standing at the bar. Everyone in the villain community knew who he was. Opinions on him varied differently, but he was still respected. No one teased him about being beaten by a cheerleader; every villain in Middle had dealt with Kim. Em was somewhat surprised to see Draken at the club. She had never seen him here before. “I wonder if Shego is with him,” Nicky said. “I’m telling you Em; she looks killer in cocktail dresses.”

“Oh, not again,” Em sighed. “Nicky, you have to stop lusting after that woman.”

“When she gets less hot, maybe I’ll do it,” Nicky stuck her tongue out. “Oh, the event is starting soon.”

Internally, Em groaned. She was dreading this. Yes, she needed to get back into the dating scene, but she wasn’t sure about this. Nicky had assured her that these things were fun, and it was a great way to meet people. The problem was that Em wasn’t good at dealing with people. She could handle Nicky, but other people seemed to want more. They demanded a lot of her, wanting her to be conventionally attractive or play dumb; Em refused to do either.

“Okay, so we get to sit down for this,” Nicky said. “We have this little piece of paper, and it has the names of all the guys who come by to talk to us. We rate how we liked them, turn this in at the barn, and then they set us up with who they think our perfect match would be.”

“That sounds simple enough,” Em admitted.

Sadly, it wasn’t simple.

The first issue was all the men were so unbelievably boring. None of them wanted to talk about science or inventing, and they wanted to use bad pick-up lines. While Em found the bad pick up lines funny, Em still wished they were interested in talking about anything. If they did ask Em did and she revealed her talents, they all commented the same.

“I dig nerdy chicks.”

It took all of Em’s power not to throttle them. She was actually thankful that the men were more interested in Nicky. Nicky had done these things before, and she was good at shutting down rude remarks. Em was jealous, wishing she could do the same. She would deliver a simple ‘No,’ and that was enough to stop these men in their tracks. How did she do it?

“Alright, ladies,” Dr. Draken suddenly sat down in front of Em. “I’m here!”

“And I’m out,” Nicky rolled her eyes. “I’ll go see if Shego is around.”

“Wow, Dr. Draken,” Em was in awe. “I can’t believe it, I’ve always wanted to talk to you.”

“Who wouldn’t want to talk to me?” Dr. Draken grinned. “I am the great Dr. Draken, after all!”

“I’ve always wanted to talk to you about science and your inventions,” Em continued. “I remember that amazing buggy car you made.”

“Oh, really?” Draken looked surprised. “You---follow my work?”

“Yes! In fact, I’m an inventor myself,” Em reached into her purse.

She pulled out a lipstick tube. Draken looked unimpressed as Em took off the cap and then aimed it at a bar patron. She pressed a button, and a ball of putty flew out of the tube. It hit the man at the bar, wrapping around him. The man toppled out, shouting out in surprise.

“Amazing!” Draken exclaimed.

“Oh, really, it’s nothing,” Em blushed.

“Nothing? My dear, that invention of yours is brilliant!” Draken said. “I’ve never met someone who could challenge me intellectually, but you? You might come close! Tell me, what is your name?”

“It’s Em,”

“Well, Em, I want to know what else you have. You could possibly help me with my plans for world domination!”

Em could feel her face getting redder. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. Draken was someone she had always admired. Talking to him was something she had dreamed of. A long time ago, when he was just Drew, they had met in college. She had liked him enough, but when he became Draken, things changed. Getting to talk to him and have him praise her inventions was more than she could have hoped for. They spent the rest of the event talking, exchanging ideas, and plots for defeating Kim Possible. Em didn’t realize how much time had past until Nicky returned.

With Shego’s arm wrapped around her.

“Well, it looks like you two are getting on like a house on fire,” Nicky chuckled. “But the bar is closing up, so we should probably head out.”

“It is? Oh, how long have we been talking?” Em felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Who knows? Shego is going to walk me home,” Nicky said with a grin. “So, I’ll catch you later, Em.”

“Goodnight, Doc,” Shego waved to her boss. “If you need anything, ask someone else.”

“Bah, who needs her?” Drakken sniffed dismissively. “They can go do what girls do when they’re together. What do girls do when they’re together? Braid each other’s hair?”

Em was 100% percent sure no hair braiding would be going on, but she decided not to tell Drakken that.

“We’re people of science! We have minds that many people can’t fathom! We scare people,” Drakken continued. “So, why don’t you show me more of your inventions? Maybe we could work on something! I even have a new idea. Pigs with laser guns!”

“Um---how would they hold the lasers?”

Drakken paused and then frowned.

“Nuts,” He grumbled. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Well, they wouldn’t have to hold the guns per se,” Em said. “Maybe you could have a headband, and the lasers are automatic?”

“That’s brilliant? See?” Drakken leaned closer. “You and me? We’re genius together! Think of all the things we could do.”

Em didn’t really care about taking over the world. She didn’t want to rule, that was too much work. She was fine with working with Dr. Drakken, though. While somewhat overzealous, he was a smart man. It was also refreshing to find someone who didn’t expect her to be stupid and didn’t mind that she had a brain.

“What other ideas do you have?” Em inquired. Drakken beamed like a kid in a candy store. Em glanced at her phone. It was a text from Nicki. She smiled as she read it.

Hey babe! U alright? Dr. D better b treating you, right! Shego and I had a LOT of fun if you know what I mean. ;)

Em chuckled as she replied.

I’m fine. Dr. D and I have been up all night planning.

For hours, after leaving the bar, Em and Dr. Drakken had schemed. Dr. Drakken had taken Em to his lab, and since Shego was out, the two of them have plenty of time to themselves. All night they drew up schematics, made models, and planned for the future. Em didn’t realize how early it was until the sun had risen. She felt tired, yet awake at the same time. She could have kept going if it wasn’t for the hunger in her stomach.

Her phone pinged again.

Look @ u! I told u that mixer would be fun and I was right

Em smiled.

I’m glad I went. We’re going to have breakfast right now.

She was shocked to learn that Dr. Drakken could make pancakes. Usually, Shego did the cooking, but he could make a mean flapjack. As Em texted Nicky, she stood up and headed into the kitchen. The smell of chocolate greeted her nose. She smiled at Dr. Drakken placed his last pancake onto a plate.

“We can’t scheme on an empty stomach,” Dr. Drakken said. “Orange juice or lemonade?”

“Orange juice please,” Em said as she sat down.

“This is so much better than making breakfast for Shego,” Dr. Drakken poured a glass of orange juice for Em. “Just wait until she sees all the work we’ve done!”

Em decided not to mention that Shego and Nicky probably had their own fun. “I think I’ll use the pigs the next time Kim Possible comes and tries to foil my schemes,” Dr. Drakken handed the glass to Em. “Oh, I can’t wait to see her face!”

“Shouldn’t you plan your next idea for world domination?” Em suggested.

“Once again, you’re right!” Drakken took a bite of his pancakes. “So, got any ideas?”

Em was shocked. Dr. Drakken wanted an idea from her? She felt flattered. Not many people asked for her ideas. It had been a long time since someone wanted her input too. She sipped her juice, thinking. Did she have any ideas she could offer? What was something that hadn’t been done?

“Well, first, you’d probably want to make sure you could get rid of Kim,” Em began. “Like we could use teacup pigs. They’re cute, and girls like cute things.”

“Do they? I don’t know much about ladies,” Drakken blushed suddenly. “Don’t let Shego know I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Em said. “Believe it or not, I’m not that great with guys. I only went to the bar last night because Nicky pushed me to go. Nicky is always trying to get me to go out and do more things.”

Em was surprised she was telling Drakken this. It seemed easy to talk to him. That would probably shock people seeing as how Dr. Drakken had a reputation for being a bit of a jerk. Yet despite what she knew about him, she was enjoying her time with him. Maybe it was because they both enjoyed science and knew what they were talking about. Either way, for the first time in a long time, Em was happy. It was nice to talk to someone else besides Nicky.

“Bah, no wonder Shego likes her so much,” Drakken said. “She’s always going on about how I need to go outside or saying how I need to get some sunlight because it’s what normal people do.”

Em chuckled. No wonder they were getting along so well; they were really similar.

“Anyways, enough about that,” Drakken took another bite of his pancakes. “Let’s finish up these pancakes, and then it’s back to the lab!”

Em finished up her pancakes. Once she was done, Drakken took them to the sink, and then they headed back to the lab. Em was happy to spend the rest of the day in the lab, coming up with plans and planning for world domination. This was one of the few times she was happy that Nicky had dragged her out of the house. She was going to have to thank her later. But for now, she would focus on finalizing the details on the laser pigs.

#Rooty Writes #Kim Possible #Shego #Dr. Drakken

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sundaynightnovels · 5 years

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12/12/12 Tag Game

i’ve been tagged by @kidsarentallwrite& @insearchof-solace for this, so thanks!! i’ll answer their two separate sets of questions here with two different characters! Rules: Answer 12 questions as an OC, make 12 questions and tag 12 people i’ll answer the first set with the main character from like all things out of season - shou & the next with the next main character, zhen! Shou: 1. Ever get the feeling your life is like a movie… or a book? Shou: hm, that is certainly an intriguing question. I have no idea what you mean by a ‘movie’ -- i suppose it must be a recent invention -- though with regards to a ‘book’, i certainly do think that life is like a book. how else do we write, if not from being inspired by life’s smallest joys and biggest misfortunes? though books certainly have a gamut of far more varied uses than simply storytelling. 2. Any guilty pleasures we should know about? i... ah. i have nothing, uh, guilty to speak of. i hold no guilt towards my actions! as a dignified person, you must take full and complete responsibility for all that you do, with the utmost pride in your sense of self and being! how could you fully enjoy something without absolutely embracing it? there can be no guilt in pleasures! (hears someone pointed clearing their throat from the side) uh... ah, yes, certainly, i have no guilty pleasures... (an even more pointed throat-clearing) i... alright, i will admit it! perhaps i do have one of such, ahem, guilt, that you speak of. it is too much! i have not had a taste of food since the beginning of time! could you fault me for the sugared gourds that i had procured from zhen’s hands? could you fault me for the first food i had put in my mouth in a millennia???

3. Nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples? this is an utterly distasteful question! how could you compare such things? eyes are necessary tools for observation! i cannot live without them! 4. What’s the worst joke you know? ah. well, i... it is embarrassing, but it is something that i am extremely proud of. it is not often that you make up a joke and have everyone laugh at it, and for it to weather the ages of time into immortality! it is, certainly, considered ‘bad’ in the eyes -- ah, ears -- of the, well, accused, but well. (stifled chuckles) the name that we had given lu comparing him to a certain, ah, long-eared animal. that was to my credit. 5. If you had control over an element, which would it be? control over one of the natural elements that preside this world? how is that possible? how could you even suggest wielding such absolute power? that is sacrilegious! ... though air would be a good element to helm. it is a good barrier against the sun. 6. You’re the ruler of your country for a day. What do you do? ah, i would not like that. too much power begets greed, and i must say, greed would not be a good look on me. i don’t think the golds of the powerful and rich would suit my skin tone. 7. Tell us something about your family? ... i don’t remember. 8. When playing truth or dare which are you more likely to choose? i will give you an advice that you must hold on to no matter what: you do not ever choose ‘dare’. not with the miscreants who reside in this town. you would be battered and beaten, stripped of all dignity and honour and pride. it would be a fate worse than death. 9. One thing you can’t live without? ... i guess there is nothing, since i am already dead and i am still, somehow, holding on. 10. Someone you love unconditionally? i don’t think i have sufficient pieces in the puzzle to answer this question, though... there must be someone. 11. What’s a secret you could never tell? ... i don’t quite know how to put this. it is difficult to fathom, though i do have an idea on what it is. i have been seeing phantoms, specters -- things that should not be. or perhaps ‘seeing’ is not the right word. it scares me, but i feel that it must be important, though it eludes me at every turn. i don’t think i can tell anyone. this is a secret that i must hold close. 12. How do you want to die? if you mean a second death, well. i don’t know. if death is this, it doesn’t seem all that bad. Zhen:

1. If you could have any animal (real or from fiction) as a pet, what would it be? Zhen: what are you talking about? i already have a pet. didn’t you hear shou? there’s a donkey waddling around town and that’s my animal. that’s my ass!

2. Most niche subject you know about? eh. if you mean the art of procrastination, i would have a phd in it -- if i weren’t, you know, procrastinating on it. or do you mean the delicate skill of evading lu’ wandering hands as i prepare a meal? that requires a lot of skill, indeed. i am very talented.

3. What’s one thing people keep getting wrong about you? lu is not my kid! like i keep saying, he’s my pet! damn, do you think i’m a girl ready for parenthood? if i am, it’ll definitely not be to take care of lu! he’s the worst!

4. Biggest regret so far? ah. should have slapped teng with two fishes. that slime trail down one side of his face suits his face, he should have that makeup done on the other side too.

5. What’s something you wish you could change about your body, if anything? my body should have pockets or something, or be equipped with a warship! a warship that’ll stop lu from stealing all my goddamn food all the time!! (gives a side-eye glance to a person off-screen) and a burglar alarm. damn, when you think you can trust men... they just gonna start stealing all your food after you’ve placed your faith in them, huh?

6. Do you prefer standing or sitting? is there a third option? i’d like a ‘lying down’ please, so that’ll be a horizontal standing. see, i’m not too lazy after all. i prefer standing!

7. Are there any recurring things in your dreams? ... recurring things in dreams aren’t good, huh? well then.

8. Sweet or savory? i mean, i like my sweet stuff, but since my sugared gourd is always being taken i don’t have much chance to savour it, right? damn, men are the worst. but i like savoury stuff too. sometimes you just need that sodium choking up your system, am i right?

9. Does fame appeal to you dude. bro. my child. i have fame. in terms of a thousand debtors chasing after my back and a million fans chanting for me to open up stall. it is too much pressure. it is too much demands, too much responsibility, too many people hampering after my food like a millionaire hungering after the lifeblood of its workers and seriously can’t they just give me the money without me giving them the food? they’re my fans, right? fans should love wholeheartedly, right? they should just give me the money. right????

10. What’s the worst thing you’ve done to someone? what, are you the police? you gonna catch me?

i mean, yea, go ahead. free food and lodging -- come at me.

11. What’s your go to pastime? horizontal standing. 24/7. yes, i love my exercise. i am nuts for the gym. give me a horizontal standing position, stat!

12. Do you miss your childhood? childhood? it depends on which part of it you’re talking about. i miss it. but i don’t deserve to get it back.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Shallow; Roger Taylor x reader x oc male

*Author’s note*

Okay folks here is the next part I have for you all. Now I do NOT WANT ANY HATE FROM THIS CHAPTER. Cause I am aware of the fued between Bohemian Rhapsody and A Star is born (I personally love them both so if you asked me which to choose, I just can’t both stories are beautiful and it was good to see Bradley Cooper’s directorial debut and it’s sad he’s not getting credit as a director for the movie for the oscars)

Now I’ve decided to include some real facts based off the real Roger Taylor so I hope that’s okay but you all can still imagine Ben Hardy!Roger if you all want, or if you’ve been imagining the real members of Queen that’s fine too :) okay the next two chapters are coming up and they are a 2 parter so they literally go back to back and then that’s all for now afterwards. Hope you all enjoy this fic and listen to the song as well.

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*July 20th, 1983*

It was yet another concert. The crowd, the lights and everything a Rockstar craves for. I smiled and I said into the microphone.

“Thank you Kansas, now this next song I wrote with a very special friend of mine. And you all will be the very first people to ever hear this song. Now I would like to welcome to the stage; you all know him as the drummer from Queen.” With that the entire crowd screamed hysterically. I smiled as I cried out, “Please give a warm Kansas welcome to Mr. Roger Taylor!”

The crowd went nuts as Roger came out from backstage holding an acoustic guitar. I smiled gratefully at him, remembering back to when I had asked him to do this song with me.

It was about a month ago, Roger was doing some of his solo stuff when he came over by my flat one day just to catch up and that’s when I told him of a song that I had in mind that I wanted to do for my upcoming show in Kansas City, Kansas.

I told him that I wanted this song to be a pure duet, no backup vocals just two people singing this song with raw passion and I asked if he was willing to help me out. Without question, he agreed and together the two of us got to work on how this song should go. As we worked on the song in my studio he approached me at one moment and said.

“Alright (y/n) I have a question for you, of course you don’t have to answer it. I feel like you don’t answer anything though but I—”

“What Rog?” I asked stopping his rambling.

“This song wouldn’t happen to be about you and Jack would it?” he asked me. I stopped the track and my fingers paused from the controls.

“What are you getting on?”

“Nothing I just—it feels like a love song and lately you and Jack have been getting pretty close.”

“It’s not a love song!” I snapped.

“Really?” He takes the sheets of paper and continues, “‘Tell me something boy?’ ‘Tell me something girl?’ ‘Crash through the surface where they can’t hurt us?’”

“It’s a metaphor Roger!” I tried to reason.

“First of all that’s my line and second I’m not judging love. You seem a lot happier with Jack than you did with that tosser Adam.”

“Oh I don’t know—you think?”

“Yeah. Look, I know that I haven’t been easy on the kid but now I’m starting to see the impact he’s made on you. Your eyes glow after hanging out with him, your smile actually reaches the corner of your eyes.” I looked down bashfully and I said as I tried to brush off my blush.

“Well it’s still not a love song.” Roger said not another word but kept smirking softly at me as we kept working on the song. Tightening up any lose rifts, making sure the lyrics were just right, until finally the song was perfect.

Now back to the current time frame, Roger came up to me and we both hugged each other and he tuned up the guitar before finally playing the chords and then finally singing.

Play Video

I knew I wanted Roger’s voice specifically because he has this rawness that some country singers have so I thought Kansas would love to hear his voice along with mine for this specific song.

*Roger*

Tell me somethin', girl Are you happy in this modern world? Or do you need more? Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for?

I'm falling In all the good times I find myself Longin' for change And in the bad times I fear myself

Roger played the instrumental break and then I picked up the song. At the chorus, I raised my voice with such passion as the crowd cheered for me before the two of us did the duet, sharing the same microphone and occasionally smiling at each other as we sang the duet.

*Me*

Tell me something, boy Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?

I'm falling In all the good times I find myself Longing for change And in the bad times I fear myself

I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now

*Both*

In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow We're far from the shallow now

As the song picked up with the electric guitar as well as some other accompaniment, Roger handed me the guitar and I began playing as he raced up and began playing the drums. The crowd continued screaming and cheering as the song continued on and as I vocalized before continuing to sing.

*Me*

Oh, oh, oh, oh Whoah!

I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now

*Both*

In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow In the shallow, shallow We're far from the shallow now

Once the last note was played the crowd cheered and I smiled as I gestured toward Roger who stood up and took a bow. He also directed towards me and applauded for me before he raced off stage.

By the end of the concert after a few more songs, I ran off the stage with all my helpers coming over to me handing me towels and water bottles telling me what a great concert I gave out. At that moment Roger came over to me and picked me up in a hug and spun me around.

“Oh love you were great out there!”

“So were you, thank you so much for recording the song with me.”

“I’m happy I could help you love,”

“(Y/n)!” We both turned around and we saw Jack running towards us. Roger grinned down at me and shoved me forward a bit before stepping aside but still keeping a watchful eye. “You were amazing out there.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, everyone was going crazy. And is that really the first time you ever performed that song what is it called? Shallow?”

“Yeah Jack I just—thought I’d give you Kansas folk a song you all could enjoy. Do you think the other southern states will like it?”

“Even if they don’t Kansas will always love it, how did you come up with a song like that?” he asked. My heart skipped a couple of beats and I heard Roger cough something out and I sent a glare at him telling him to fuck off.

“Oh it was just—on a whim. I’m really glad you decided to come to this concert Jack.”

“Me too.” He said with a soft smile.

Ohh if only he knew, maybe if Adam didn’t fuck our relationship, then maybe one day I could confess to Jack telling him that this song was truly about us. With me being the Rockstar and him the modern boy and the two of us hoping to escape the deep end of fame and be in the shallows so that a relationship can truly blossom between us.

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bobowhooo · 6 years

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Potent Savages

Genre : Drama?/ Angst/ Thriller/ Fluff??/ Trigger warningssss/ SMUT haha ima really do it this time enjoy/ Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 12 : More savage

Grrr bitch.

My body won’t stop moving on it’s own. Im so fucking filled with rage right now. All i can see is red. A faint silhouette of choi siwon keeping my gloved hands in action. I could still hear his voice perfectly. I wish i could accept that he’s dead now, but for some reason it feels like he is still living. Hiding somewhere deep down inside of me.

I snapped out of my thoughts when a cry of pain entered my ears.

“Fuck aya.” Rose grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back from lisa who had fallen to the ground.

“Shit! im sorry! im so sorry.” i fell to the floor of the gym to get a look at where i accidentally clocked the girl.

“It’s okay, im fine. But what the hell were you thinking about? i could tell your mind ran off somewhere.” She said while hissing in pain and taking off the punching pads that i had been aiming for earlier.

“I don’t know, i just.....ugh, i don’t know.”

“You have to know what made you go out of it.” jennie spoke up from the other side of the home gym. Her body slowing down as she turned down the speed of the treadmill.

“I.....”

“You?” Jennie spoke more aggressively.

“I can’t get siwon out of my head and-”

“Knock knock.” Kai peaked into the room through the door with a smile.

Seconds later, the door was pushed roughly open and baekhyun stepped in before anyone else while chanyeol was right behind him. As always.

I bit my lip at baekhyun when his eyes met mine. Completely forgetting the conversation that was interrupted by them. He smiled at me with his eyes turning up into little crescents. His body adorned in a black nike compression shirt and black shorts. His own gloves hanging in one hand and a drink gripped in the other. I could see his chain peeking out of his shirt even though he pushed it under the material.

“My eyes are up here.” I looked up at him as he held out one hand for me.

“I know where your eyes are located baekhyun.”

I was brought to my feet with a pull of my mans arm. He smirked when i bumped into him.

“Well aren’t you shameless.”

“You are too.”

He grabbed my elbow and twirled me around so my back is to him, my legging clad left ass cheek filled his harsh grip and i hissed.

“You’re right. There’s no shame in my game.”

“Fuck sake, get a room!” Chanyeol yelled at us from his seat on the bench next to all the weights.

Baekhyun slowly loosened his possessive grip on me and stepped back. I know that a month ago he would have probably done something much more. But after everything that had happened he’s been afraid of hurting me, or triggering me. He’s so careful and much more gentle. Well as gentle as a guy like baekhyun can try to be. But, i don’t need him to be gentle with me, or treat me like a fragile little piece of fine china.

Not that i completely hate it. I think it’s sweet. But when has anything between us ever been just sweet.

“ You know, i can tell you’re holding back.”

“You know me so well.” He spoke without looking at me while putting his gloves on.

“Daddy.”

His eyes widened and he smiled in surprise. “Stop it aya.”

“Look at me.”

He ignored me and messed around with his gloves more, still grinning.

My hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look my way. “Where’s your balls daddy?”

“In my pants.”

“Are you sure? They might be missing.”

“Stop.”

“Hmmm.....” my hand slowly moved down his chest and straight to his nuts. He jumped and grabbed my hand, laughing loudly at my bold moves.

“Stop! Damn, you know im trying to restrain myself.”

“You never told me that shit. But, yeah, i noticed.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Stop acting like a bitch baekhyun, im a grown woman with a body count of over one hundred. If i need to be babied i would tell you, now wouldn’t i?”

“You’re right again love, damn you’re on a roll today.”

A pout sat on my face as i watched him brush me off and be stubborn with his stupid decision. I get it, I know that after what happened he doesn’t want to make any hasty moves, but damn how am i supposed to enjoy being back if he’s acting like this.

He kissed my pout and walked off to do what he came here for. We might be both stubborn and firm on our decisions, but i always get what i want.

Always.

My feet followed him to the weights. I could see him in the mirror smiling at the way i was acting. Something like a needy pet, or a bratty kid that wants a thing it can’t have. It’s usually the other way around with us. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Is this what love does to a person like me?

The pout residing on my face grew more prominent as he continued to ignore the fact that i was staring at him in need. In need of him to be the reckless, stupid, crazy baekhyun i love.

“Babe.”

“Aye, chanyeol, im gonna need you to spot me.”

“Baekhyunnnnn.”

“Yes baby?”

“Cut it ooouuut.”

His face filled with an expression i have never seen before, to be honest. But im going to guess it’s the look you give when you see something cute. I have never been seen as cute before. So i don’t know for sure what the fuck he’s making that face for.

You could say the way im acting right now is really unusual. I wish i could stop it. But a random emotion has taken over my body. I looked up into the mirror and looked at myself up and down. My stance is vulnerable, and relaxed. My face scrunched up with a huge pout and narrowed eyebrows. My arms folded but somehow so open at the same time.

I look like a damn fool.

All the eyes in the room stared at me in surprise. My actions being so out of pocket.

Baekhyun dropped his 45 pound weights, quickly grabbing me and sitting me on his lap. The happiness he’s radiating set off a certain butterfly feeling in my stomach. His face scrunched up when he dug it into my neck and shook his head. An actual giggle left my lips as i tried to get away from the thrill of the tickling sensation i was getting from the amazing man.

“Baekhyunnn, you’re not listening to me.”

“I am baby, i hear you. You want me to pick you up and slam you to the wall like i used to.”

“Yes.”

“And you want me to choke this pretty neck of yours.”

“Yes.”

“And you want me to act recklessly with you, like before.”

“Yes.”

“Too bad.”

“Eh?”

“There’s going to be none of that baby. Well not this early at least.”

“What? Baekhyun.”

“No baby, none of it. I am going to treat you like the princess you are, and i am going to protect you with carefulness and caution.”

“But-”

“No buts, im not gonna let what happened to you happen again, you hear me? So suck it up and stop pouting.” He was looking me in the eyes with a stern expression that shook my core up, His index finger and thumb holding my chin gently. I leaned in, throwing myself into whatever this feeling is. My lips touching his in such a soft manner, as my body twisted for easier access to him. I could feel him tighten up a bit when i swung my arms around his broad shoulders. My lips digging into his passionately, Baekhyun grabbed onto my hips, making sure to keep me from moving too much, while i defiantly clutched onto his shoulders and grinded on him slowly. Our mouths dancing roughly with each other. His grip became deathly, his other hand let go of me and slowly moved it my torso. His fingers tickled my collar bone and traveled around my neck.

Yes baekhyun. Do it.

The man pulled away quickly and removed his hands from my body. My head is still spinning while looking at baekhyun’s face screw into one of frustration.

“C-could you get up for me baby. Daddy needs a minute.” He said with his eyes shut tight and his hands clenched into fists.

“Yes daddy.”

Baekhyun sucked in air and shook his head. His body lifting and stopping for a moment to turn and shake his finger at me, then turn back and continue walking out.

The door shut harshly and silence filled the room. Chanyeol chuckled for second before looking at me with wide eyes.

“He’s gonna go masturbate in the bathroom. You know that right?”

“What?” I said not really processing what he said.

“Damn, he’s so firm on his decision, he would rather fuck his hand instead of you.” Chanyeol’s head shook in slow motions with a small grin on his face.

Am i missing something here. Does baekhyun really think that all this is necessary. My eyes squinted and i sucked my teeth, taking in a deep breath.

“That’s a no no.”

“This shit isn’t easy.” I said to chanyeol as i fix the chains hanging around my neck in the mirror of my bedroom.

“Just quit it. She doesn’t want you to hold back around her.” Chanyeol spoke back to me whilst touching up his hair.

“I know that, you don’t think i know that? But at this point it’s about what we both need. And me being my old reckless, horny, fuckboy self, is the very last thing we need.”

“Whatever you say boss.”

“Thank you. She’ll get used to it.” I threw on a jacket and made my way to the door, making sure to tap chanyeol as a sign, it’s time to go.

“Well damn baekhyun, you’re starting to sound like an over protective dad.”

“Correction, daddy.”

“Dude, come on, Cut her some slack. She just wants things to be the way they used to.”

It’s not that im not considering how she feels. But im just scared. I don’t want anything to happen to her. I just want her to feel safe and protected around me. But maybe i am being too much right now. I should let myself relax. I don’t want to suffocate her. That will just make shit worse. Knowing aya, i can’t keep treating her like this. Too much of something she doesn’t like and someone will get hurt.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll lighten up.” I said with an exhausted tone and closed eyes.

“There you go.” Chanyeol landed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “We all learned our lessons. It’s in the past now. Live a little.” The guy spoke the truth.

I think i will.

Me and chanyeol entered the living area of the exo mansion in a rush. Suho and jisoo were sitting on the couch cuddled up together as if no one else was around. I sighed at the gross couple. I guess this is how it is seeing me and aya together, but much more pg.

“Hi boys.” Jennie’s voice called out to us. I turned to the stairs where she was and found the rest of the girls not far behind her. They’ve been living here since the whole, well since shit hit the fan. Me and suho decided it was a safer idea to have them here. They are currently occupying the spare rooms we didn’t know what to do with. Im happy they are here with us though. I feel less worried knowing they’re in the same household.

I eyed aya up and down and she avoided my gaze. She’s obviously not happy with my behavior lately. That thought made me a bit upset. How can i be just the right amount or careful and reckless for my little queen. I want to be myself with her and be the man she loves. But i also want to be the man she needs. Someone who can match her strength and her pace. Im going to have to try my best to figure it out. But for right now, think my baby needs to be wooed.

I know just the thing to help with that,

She walked towards me with her head tilted slightly to the side and her face void of emotions. Her thighs were covered in black fishnet, and red thigh high, heeled boots. I licked my lips, completely taken by her outfit. Her looking like this tonight can’t be a coincidence.

“My eyes are up here baekhyun.”

“I know where your eyes are located honey.”

Aya’s lips turned up into a smirk i missed more than i thought i did. I took her up in my arms swiftly, The distance between us was too much. My fingers dug into her soft thighs and she bit her soft bottom lip.

“Have you ever rode a motorcycle baby?”

“No, never. But i have a feeling that’s going to change?” She said while her eyes squinted cutely at me.

“Let me take your motorcycle virginity babydoll.”

“It would be an honor baekhyun.”

“AAAHHH!” I strained my lungs as i screamed into the cool night. Wind whipping the helmet covering the hair i spent a good hour on. My fingers dug more into the jacket adorning the rest of the outfit baekhyun had picked out tonight. A smile is plastered on my face and i can’t get rid of it for some reason. I watched baekhyun’s hands tighten onto the handle bars when a small laugh came out of his mouth.

“Want me to go faster!?” He yelled back at me, leaning slightly forward more as he waited for an answer.

“Is that even a qu-AHHH!”

The sound of the motorcycle got even louder as he went faster without a definite yes. Excitement, thrill, joy, overflowing love for this amazing man. That’s what im feeling. After a whole month of misery and mental abuse. This is exactly what i needed. This is exactly what i wanted. I made it out half dead. But i finally feel alive again.

I finally feel like me now.

“I LOVE YOU, BYUN BAEKHYUN!”

“I DEFINITELY LOVE YOU MORE, PARK BONG CHA!”

I felt my cheeks get hot at the way he called out my birth name.

“Don’t say my name out loud like thaaat!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

I saw the club up ahead through my helmet. The lights adorned the dark atmosphere of the night, It’s large upscale look giving off a, you can’t sit with us, type of vibe. A sort of electronic, r and b, song loudly played so that it could be heard from afar. The wind carrying the sound perfectly. Huge neon purple letters spelled out the name of the club obnoxiously. OASIS. That’s where exo and blackpink will be throwing my welcome home party. Of course we’re the only ones that know i even left in the first place. But still. I denied this being a thing the moment they mentioned it to me. But they went and set it up anyways. Why? Because they’re a bunch of assholes. Assholes that i love more than i love myself. Which means a lot.

Our bodies leaned to left as we swiftly entered the parking lot of the club. Baekhyun being the first to lift his right leg up and step off the ride. I did the same as he held my hand in his.

“Im glad you enjoyed babydoll. We will definitely do it more often. I might even teach you how to ride one yourself.” He said, slowly letting my hand free itself from his.

“Might?” I pulled the helmet off carefully so i won’t mess up my hair anymore than i already have. Baekhyun nodded with pursed lips in response to my question. He pointed lazily at where to put my helmet before taking his own off. Baekhyun’s beautiful fingers curled around the head piece tightly. His arms made the sleeves of his jacket look so much tighter as he flexed pulling the object off almost teasingly. The head of the man popped out and flew back, shaking away the hair that had invaded his eyes. The helmet was placed to his side and he ran a hand through his kind of messy hair, making it more handsome, and much more on purpose. My heart beat is erratic as i watch his every move intensely. My lips going completely dry. What has he done to me. My eye caught a small smirk from his lips he tried to contain and hide from me.

What an asshole.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I said in a daze.

“Tempting you darling.” His answer somehow burning in my ears.

“You and i both know i don’t need to be tempted.”

His lips were moistened with a quick swipe of his pink tongue smoothly instead of giving a real response to my words.

“Let’s go.” he said.

“Why? Afraid you might end up fucking me in the parking lot in front of all these people?” My teeth caught my bottom lip after the words left my mouth as the image flashed in my head.

No Answer.

His eyes reacted first, closing tightly to fight the feeling creeping somewhere inside him. This is getting harder to watch. I guess he really wants to continue with his decision. I don’t know if i even want to keep pushing him like this. It’s really no fun. And if he’s so serious about this. Maybe i should be too. Even though i don’t understand it.

My arm reached out to be taken by his instinctively, and he took a hold of it gently.

“I’ll be good.” I said quietly. I don’t know if i really want him to hear that.

His head tilted to get a better look at my face that is hanging low. My pout sitting loudly and refusing to leave. Baekhyun hummed in agreement as if he’s saying “Okay we will see.” Which i don’t know if what i said is going to actually happen but i’ll give it the good old bong cha try.

He pulled me forward to follow him and i did so submissively. As soon as our feet walked through the entrance it was like a whole new world. The lights lit up the luxurious night club with a beautiful shade of purple. There are long white box like couches laid out where the dance floor is and private rooms tucked away to the sides of that. Spiral extravagant staircases led to the higher level of the place while even bigger staircases led to vip hang out spots. A huge black dj booth with a long stripe running along the sides and on the top of it was placed in the middle of everything, being something like the main attraction. Which makes sense. Behind there must be some sort of kitchen, where all the drinks and food are coming from. The smell here is a mixture of expensive cigars and weed with a hint of luxury cologne and perfume. I guess not a lot of people have sex in this club. Because sex is a reoccurring smell in a lot of clubs i go to.

Fancy pantsy. Im impressed. I usually go to the more rough clubs because it’s much more fun and laid back. But this place seems pretty fun also. Definitely not laid back though.

“They out did themselves.” I said under my breath. Baekhyun was smiling as he looked around for the rest of the squad and held my hand. In reaction i did the same. My eyes took in the different faces. Some of them are exo rookies and some of them are just random people i don’t know. They all look hella expensive though. Not as expensive as me. But expensive nonetheless. I was pulled by my boyfriend to go up the larger stairs and to the vip hang out area. That’s where everyone else was sitting and drinking. Looking like complete buttholes. As always. But i have to admit i am starting to feel and come to understand the reason why they always separate themselves from everyone else. I do what i want though. so im probably going to end up back down the stairs with all the rookies again at some point.

“Aya!” Jennie yelled from chanyeol’s lap as soon as we got to the top of the stair case. My head tilted to the side so hard i thought i cracked something. What the hell is she doing on his lap. I hope that’s nothing serious. My hand loosened on baekhyun’s and i tried to run for her but he didn’t let go. My body jerked back on his firm grip and i looked at his hand impatiently. He held out his cheek and tightened his death grip without even blinking an eye.

“You have got to be kidding me, baekhyun.”

“Does it look like im kidding, aya?”

“You know, for a drug dealing killer, you’re pretty soft.”

“Only for you lovely. Though you are the only one that can make me hard these days. Anyways, hurry.”

My lips pecked his soft marshmallow like cheek in a rush, my hand slipping out of his swiftly. I jumped into jennie’s arms with force. I can’t stop hugging my girls after leaving them for so long. I just can’t. Im sure it’s become a habit.

“Im not letting you leave us and ride that stupid motorcycle with baekhyun. I missed you too much.” Jennie said in a jokingly sad tone.

“Aww shut up.” I playfully hit her arm in response to the small pain i felt from her cute whining.

Her smile widened as she chuckled a bit. “Alright, alright. I was kidding. Kind of.”

“I hope you guys know i don’t pick him over you. It’s equal.” I said in all seriousness.

“We do.” Rose said as she walked to me, lisa and jisoo not far behind. “But i think we should have a girls night. Just for us to spend some time together again. Despite how much we love the guys, we miss it just being us a lot.”

Lisa nodded in agreement quickly and jisoo hummed. I know for jisoo that’s a definite yes, she’s obviously thinking the same way. I had no idea this was in their heads. But i guess that’s proof enough. I used to know exactly what their thinking at all times. But not anymore. I kind of hate myself for letting it get this way.

“It’s settled then. We’ll have a girls day. A day for us to reconnect and be the bad bitches we are. Just us. I promise.” I said with a proud smile as i looked them in the eyes one by one.

“Yayyyy!” The girls in front of me squealed excitedly at my answer and jumped towards me for a surprise group hug. My laugh got louder as i felt ticklish all around. I feel terrible for ever making them feel neglected by me.

“So what were you doing on chanyeol’s lap?” I asked curiously as we pulled out of the hug somewhat slowly.

“Oh, that? I was just playing around with him. We tease each other here and there, it’s nothing really.”

“What? I thought you said you guy-” Lisa spoke before she got slapped in the back of the head.

I tilted an eyebrow in suspicion at the scene. What was that about?

“They fucked.” Jisoo said nonchalantly.

“Jisoo!” Jennie said in surprise as she stomped her foot.

Lisa and rose busted into laughter as jennie’s face lit up like a stop light.

“What the fuck.” I said with wide eyes. I never thought she would have sex with him out of everyone. Im very surprised.

“Whaaaat!? It just happenedddd.” She whined to stop the shame from coming her way.

“Damn sis.” I spoke as my palm lifted to my face, ready to face palm myself in shame. Jennie rolled her eyes with a small smile as the other girls continued to laugh at her embarrassment.

“Whatever. What about you and baekhyun? He isn’t acting the same with you.” Jennie said with slight concern in her tone.

“You mean they aren’t being as gross as they were before.Yeah, what a blessing to us all.” Jisoo said with a scrunched up face. She’s probably thinking about that time we almost fucked on the table she was eating breakfast at.

That was a wild morning. I smiled at the memories that came back from it and jisoo did the opposite as she thought of the same thing.

“Nah, i realized how he’s treating you. Do you know why he’s acting like that?” Jennie said with a hit to my chest.

“Yeah, i know why. He’s just being careful with me after everything. He thinks he knows what’s best for me. As if he’s my dad or some shit.”

“He kinda is.” Lisa said trying to hold back a chuckle after letting her comment slip.

Im not impressed.

Jisoo hit her on the arm and shook her head. “Don’t make me cringe.”

“Too late.” rose said.

“Well shit, did you guys talk about it?” Jennie asked while messing with her hair.

“To be completely honest , no we haven’t. For some reason it feels like we shouldn’t.”

“Yes, you really should.” Jisoo spoke while folding her arms.

They’re right. As always. How could they not be. If anything we should talk about everything that happened. How it affected us. And how it has changed us moving forward. I don’t know why i didn’t even try and do that in the first place. I guess i’ll have to find a good time to. Not tonight though. Because im planning on getting fucked up in every meaning of the saying. I think a conversation like that should wait for a sober me. Im not her tonight.

“Okay, i will.”

My throat felt strained when i screamed the lyrics of this song i haven’t heard in so long. Body moving on it’s own, and the alcohol in my system being the fuel to it. Im having a great time.

The dance floor is filled with rookies and other young party goers. Me, existing basically right in the middle with lisa, and rose, dancing like there’s no tomorrow. Our hips are somewhat connected as we moved to the tempo. I downed the rest of my drink and looked to my left at this guy placing pills in a random girls hand. I think he’s a rookie.

Before i could even think about what im doing, my feet walk in their direction.

My eyes focused on whatever it is in their hands.

You said you want to get fucked up. Get fucked up.

I grabbed one of the unknown pills out of the hand of the boy and inspected it. He looked at me, probably ready to tell me to fuck off, but his face changed when he realized who i was. I continued my inspection. This has to be ecstasy. I smirked and opened my mouth wide.

Im so ready for this.

A hand smacked the shit out of mine before the drug made it into my mouth though. Which is unfortunate. I looked to my left once again and saw rose staring at me in disappointment.

“Just no.” She said lowly.

My lips pursed and i shook my head, i feel a laugh coming on from out of nowhere. She grabbed my arms and pulled me back in the center of the floor. Where is that laugh that i thought was coming? It never came. That’s life. Randomly a burst of laughter came out of my mouth as i stood in between lisa, and rose.

“Am i drunk!?” I yelled at the two girls over the music.

“Yes!” Lisa yelled back. She looks as drunk as i feel though.

One thing i know is im not as drunk as i could be. I wanted to get shitfaced but i won’t because sex isn’t as good when you’re shitfaced. I smirked and turned. My eyes landed on baekhyun while he quietly observed from the vip hang out area. His eyes low as he looks down at everyone. His forearms always look so sexy when he does this. He suddenly ran a hand through his hair, moving the strands that fell in his eyes. That’s the man i love up there. Im so proud to be his. Who would have thought i would fall in love like this. I always thought i was so incapable of such a thing. He finally caught me staring at him and smiled. His hand made a small wave at me and i did the same back to him.

No one and nothing could ever replace the place he carved in my heart.

“She’s getting shitfaced baekhyun.” Sehun said while squeezing my shoulder and looking down at aya.

I breathed in slowly, continuing to watch my girlfriend dance around and about. Her outfit making every move of her hips so much more magical. Every few seconds she glances at me, and every few minutes she stares into my eyes. I know what she wants. There’s no doubt about it. The way she’s dancing, the looks she’s giving, the way she keeps downing drinks to tempt me to come down and stop her like i usually do. Two can play this game.

“No, she’s not getting shitfaced. She knows what she’s doing.”

“Whatever you say, hyung.” The guy said, already about to walk away.

My hand slapped to his chest to stop him. “Here, take this, hold it for me, it’s expensive.” I spoke as my hands removed the jacket on my body. Sehun scowled a bit at me for making him babysit a damn jacket, but walked away with it in his hands, knowing better than to not listen to me when i tell him to do something. I walked down the stairs slowly and watched aya the whole way down. When my feet hit the floor my energy changed. It’s a completely different vibe on the bottom.

Just as i approached the love of my life she looked up at the vip area with confused eyes. I smiled and grabbed her by the hips before pulling her into a back hug.

“Baekhyun!” She said with a slight laugh in her tone.

“Hi.”

“What is this you’re drinking?” I asked her. Without waiting for an answer i slipped the glass out of her hand and into mine. Gulping it down quickly only to surprise her. She looked at me with wide eyes. She knows i hate alcohol, but here i am, finishing her drink off.

Fuck. What the fuck was that stuff!? It tastes so fucking bad.

I smiled at her and gave the cup back. “Let’s get more.”

“Whaaat are you doing?” She asked, giggling a bit at me.

That drink is fucking me up. How was aya drinking this stuff so nonchalantly!?

I cleared my throat before speaking into her right ear. “Daddy can’t drink with his number one girl anymore?”

She grabbed onto my shirt in a sudden act of passion. “You can drink something better than alcohol.”

Ahh yes, intoxicated aya. The most aggressive aya. My laugh came out nervous even though i didn’t feel that at this moment.

Her eyes bore into mine so intensely. I feel like i can’t breathe. A smirk flashed on her lips before she turned around, pushing her ass into me.

Our bodies moved as one. Rolling into one another slowly to the tempo of the song playing. The pants im wearing are starting to make me uncomfortable.

Im so reactive to everything she does. Her touch, her stare, her smile, her kiss. It all just sets me on fire. She knows just how to burn me up just as much as she knows how to cool me down. There’s no one that could replace her. And having her here makes me realize how truly miserable i was without her.

“Baekhyun?” My baby whispered seductively in my ear.

I hummed in response she pressed her lips to my ear softly. “What are you thinking?” A teasing question flowed out of her mouth into my ear. Her tone completely drench in lust.

“Im thinking about how every time you touch me, i feel like i could die right then and there. My whole life being fulfilled at that moment.”

Her movements stopped and she flipped to look me in my eyes.

“And when i somehow survive you, the feeling just replays. With every touch.”

Aya’s eyes lit up with every word that came out of my mouth. I took her chin in my hand gently, slowly covering her soft lips with mine. Her hands became impatient as they ran up and down my torso. She wanted all of me. Even if it meant having me right here while everyone watches. The only thing is, i don’t have the strength to refuse anymore.

Please forgive me in advance. When i indulge in her at this moment. Everything i have been holding back will come out from the place i held it all down in.

As always the kiss became more rough while our hands began to dig into each other harshly.

I pulled away quickly, trying to remember how to use words. “I-uhmm, are you sure baby?”

“Who do you think i am. Of course im sure. I want you to fuck me right now. And i mean right now.”

Without even thinking anymore, i picked her up by her thighs.

They’re so soft and perfect. It’s like this woman was made just for me.

I carried her to one of the private rooms as her tongue played with my neck.

“Are you ready babydoll?”

“Always daddy.”

“Im not going to hold back.”

“Me either.”

“Then what are you doing with your clothes still on?”

My voice became more and more hoarse as my head began to spin.

“Too much?”

I turned my head to the side and let out a meek no. Im enjoying the slightly painful pleasure.

My legs are crossed together and pushed up into my chest, as baekhyun continues to eat me out on his knees. I don’t know if its possible to be in so much pleasure. His tongue is making movements they never have before. He’s been at it for what feels like an hour. I don’t know how much more i can take. My eyes shut tight when he started to suck on my clit harshly. He moaned into me one good time and it brought me to my edge.

“Baekhyun, no more please. Im gonna cum again.”

“Shhh, daddy’s eating.” He said playfully before smacking my right ass cheek quickly. “Don’t be rude.”

“I c-can’t-”

“Yes you can. Watch.”

His tongue entered my hole smoothly, going in and out slowly while his thumb rubbed my clit. Picking up the past after i screamed his name. The music in this place was hiding the dirty sounds we were making. But honestly i couldn’t care less if someone heard me,

“Shit baekhyun!” With another scream of pleasure my climax hit me hard. My legs shook as my back arched up off the couch. I couldn’t see anything because my eyes shut tightly. but for some reason that made it more pleasurable. I kept jumping at jolts of intense pleasure shooting through me. I couldn’t stop it. Baekhyun was still licking up the mess he made of me. The mans hands finally let my legs down from their position.

I was still trying to catch my breathe when he got up and unbuckled the belt of his jeans.

“I want you to ride me baby. Can you do that?”

“I can daddy.” I said even though my body was tired.

I needed more.

Baekhyun pulled me up into his arms and kissed me like it was the last time he ever would. His tongue dominated mine before he sat down on the couch pulling me onto his lap. My shirt, jean shorts, and bra were disregarded the moment we got into this room. He had ripped my fishnets for better access to my sweet spots. So all i have on is my thigh highs and what isn’t torn of my fishnets. Baekhyun seemed to be enjoying my attire maybe too much. His eyes so shameless as he stared at my body without blinking.

“I don’t want to sound like an asshole, but don’t ever give this body to anyone else. It’s all mine. Besides im the only one that knows what to do with it.” The boy spoke cockily while reaching for a condom and ripping it open with his teeth.

“Same goes for you too, playboy.” I playfully smirked at him.

I looked down to watch him put it on before i took his hard cock in my hand and guided it towards my tight entrance. Rubbing his tip there teasingly, a groan escaped from his perfect mouth. He could feel how wet and hot i am. It’s making him whine a bit for me to put it inside already. Patience was never his strong suit in times like this. But i could say the same for myself.

“Shit.” Baekhyun spoke under his breathe when i sank down onto him. His hands grabbed at my hips while i twirled them slowly around his cock. My head fell back in pure ecstasy. He’s filling me up so perfectly. I can never get enough of him. And that’s saying a lot coming from me.

I went faster as soon as his moaning got louder, slamming my tight wet core onto his length. My nails dug into his shoulders, making him bite his plump bottom lip in reaction. Guiding my head head into his neck, i continued to take him inside me. It feels like he’s stretching me out a bit more than usual, my eyes keep rolling up into my head, and my toes are curling harshly. Sex with baekhyun has always been good, but it’s something about the teasing, the holding back, the fact i have been away for so long. Such raw pleasure. It should be illegal.

My fingers tangled in his hair as i worked harder on top of him. Im feeling dirtier by the second. His moaning isn’t helping either.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed with my back arching. Im riding him harder than i ever have. I don’t want this feeling to stop but i can’t slow down.

“My dirty little slut loves her daddy’s cock doesn’t she.”

“Yes, daddy!”

“Cum then baby, cum on daddy’s cock.”

My eyes snapped open. I bit my lip in restraint. Can i be selfish?

“Not yet daddy.” I said meekly with his dick deep inside of me, throbbing in anticipation.

“Not yet huh?”

My movements went from slowed down to completely stopped. My eyes locked with his impatient ones. He’s not having it. I can tell just by his expression, how bad he needs to cum.

Baekhyun suddenly slapped my ass, making me jolt up. He picked me up and moved me to side of him, my back hitting the soft white sofa.

“Ass up, face down. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

A small moan came from me as i looked up at him. My body all exposed for his eyes only. His hair a bit messy and sweaty, His lips plump and dark pink from all the things he did with them. His member rock hard and twitching a bit. Baekhyun’s body is perfection to me. There’s no denying how bad i want him. Not like i want to though.

I picked myself up, moving my limbs that are feeling heavier than usual. My cheek pushed up against the seat of this couch and baekhyun made a sound of appreciation.

“Damn, you’re so fucking perfect. Will i ever get used to this?”

“Probably not.” I said with a smirk. I know the view im giving him is delicious. I can feel my core dripping juices and my ass is probably still a little red from our rough acts.

Just how he likes it.

“Are you ready to go to the moon, my queen?”

“Yes, my king.”

My cheeks lit up as i dug my face more into the cushions. I have never been so happy to be with such a cheesy man in my life.

His cock slowly filled me up while he used his hands to spread out my ass cheeks. I gripped onto nothing when he pushed into my spot.

“I still remember all your sweet spots, babydoll.” He spoke with a roughness that made my chest stir. My back arching even more for him, just wanting him to fuck me into oblivion. Baekhyun gripped on my hips so his thrusts can be more aggressive. Hitting that spot just how i want him to.

“Shit!! Faster!”

A little breathless chuckle came out of him right before he grabbed my hair roughly, my back completely arched at this point.

He’s so deep.

“Harder baekhyun! Fuck me harder!”

His member throbbed intensely when he dug himself deep inside me, putting pressure on that one spot. My eyes shut tightly when he slapped my ass.

I can’t hold it anymore.

“So fucking tight.” His hoarse voice had a low grunt in it, sending major chills down my spine. “Daddy needs you to cum for him. Right now.”

As if on cue my eyes shut tightly, the knot in my stomach finally unraveling. Extreme pleasure washing over like a warm wave. I could feel my juices flow out of me while my body shook messily.

Two last strong thrust from baekhyun made him empty his load inside of me. Baekhyun gripped my hips to keep me in place while i came down from my high.

“Fuck.” Baekhyun spoke under his breath, while trying to catch up to it. “I missed this so much.”

I smiled while pulling away from him. “I missed it more, baekhyun.”

“Did you?” The man asked suggestively. “Maybe we need to do it again, you know, to make sure you don’t miss it anymore.”

“Hush, baekhyun.”

The purple lights gave everyone somewhat of a pretty filter. Or maybe it’s the alcohol im sipping on. Baekhyun is seated next to me with his legs spread over the white couch of the vip hang out. I love when he sits like this.

Everyone else left to the lower level when me and baekhyun disappeared into one of the private rooms. I guess they got bored just sitting up here, looking down on everyone. I know i did.

I stood up to look at the dance floor. They all seem to be having so much. The two youngest men occupied the middle of the dance floor along with lisa. Chanyeol, and chen were in the crowd being hype men while wearing wide, innocent smiles. Rose is trying to get jennie to dance with the rest, which won’t work. I chuckled a bit. And jisoo, suho, and minseok filled in a private room to watch the floor in a more comfortable placing.

In my past, making friends. and having people to trust, was never needed. Or that’s what i thought. Back then i had me, and that was enough. Enough to get by. Enough to get out of that orphanage at such a young age. I did what i had to, because i was determined to find the gold hidden in all the shitty dirt of my life. Then i met my girls, and i learned that other people are trustworthy. That other people don’t have to be my enemies all the time. Now, knowing exo, knowing all of them as trustworthy, amazing, and sweet guys, my horizons have been broadened. I know that it’s not just me, and im not in a endless survival war, fighting all alone. I know now i was always one step ahead. Only because of these assholes.They pave the way for me. I don’t know if i would even be alive without them. And in the case that i would be, i would have been somehow dead inside. These people have become something close to oxygen in my life. I need them more than anything else. And as long as they’re by my side. I can live.

“Aya!”

My eyes snapped to a red haired disaster stumbling in from the front entrance and four other girls coming along with it. I sighed deeply as the one in front twinkled her fingers in my direction. “Red velvet has arrived no pictures please!”

The five girls came barging in, rudely pushing people out of the way. My girls tapped each other in warning while the boys continued to dance without a clue.

If there were anyone other than taeyeon we try to avoid, it’s these girls. All they do is ask for attention and pick fights, which they always lose. Not to mention the million times they tried to steal from us, or tried to have us killed for “stealing” jiyong and his crew. Or the time they snitched on us and we went under investigation for three days. Good times.......yeah. The only reason we didn’t kill them by now is because they’re so dumb they don’t deserve it. But no matter how much we try to help they just continue to...well...be them.

Lisa looked up to me and mouthed a silent “what are they doing here.”

I just shook my head in reaction. I wish i knew the answer to that question. Unfortunately they show up at the worst times. At least taeyeon always stayed far, far away from us.

“Oh what the fuck....” I spoke under my breath in misery. Irene jumped in the arms of sehun sweetly and without hesitation he latched onto her. I can feel my gag reflex acting up.

“That must be sehun’s girl.” Baekhyun said calmly from the couch, phone in hand.

“His what!?” My feet stormed down the stairs in a rush. I could faintly hear baekhyun call for me and probably follow me but im not really thinking about that.

“Uhmm where, why, and how?” A bossy tone lead my words out of my mouth without blinking.

“I missed you so much, oppaaa.” The girl ignored me and continued to indulge in the young man holding her. “It feels like forever since i had seen you.”

“I know, honeydew.” He smiled sweetly like a child.

“Im gonna fucking hurl.” Jennie said with an eye roll.

I must say, i hate this just as much as i am surprised by it.

“Oh, right, noona, this is irene, and her friends, call them red velvet, i met them at a club downtown. They are a smaller gang, you could say, but my girl works very hard to make it expand, like us.” a smiling sehun finally replied.

“She drugged you didn’t sh-”

“So this is the exo ganggg, very interesting, i always wanted to know more about you mysterious boys.” Joy cut me off in annoyance. My assumption just might be right.”You guys keep to yourselves well. Until the jiyong dragon thing of course.”

The five girls spread out, eyeing every exo member standing close to them. I hope they know i know what the fuck they’re doing. “Ehem! I get that you were invited but i think it’s better if you leave.” I said with the last bit of patience i have.

“I heard suho is the the boss but baekhyun’s running things.” Seulgi whispered to wendy, and joy while irene eskimo kissed sehun. Exo continued to stand around or pay no attention to the intruding woman. I feel annoyed that we always have to tell them who to watch out for.

My eyes locked with jisoo, telling her silently that if i get ignored one more time, im going to bash a few skulls in. She quickly worked her way to the dance floor with a tense expression. “Alright, sehun. Not to burst your bubble, but you need to take these girls elsewhere, or better yet cut them off right now.”

“What!? Why?” Sehun said looking completely confused by her words.

“Because they’re trashy and they’ll screw you over. Oh, and i can’t stand looking at them anymore.” I spoke in a bittersweet tone with an annoyed smile.

“Ugh. What. Ever. You have always hated us for no reason. Don’t let her talk to me this way sebear!” Irene whined.

“Wait....they’ll what?....i, uhmm....” The boy looked blankly down at her as she continued to act like a spoiled brat. To be honest i’ve never seen her act like this. She’s obviously putting on a fake personality for the boy. Who would have thought he was into the princess asshole type.

“Now, sehun.” Baekhyun said with an arm thrown over my shoulder. It was apparent he couldn’t care less about these girls.

“How about later.” Seulgi said cockily. My left eyebrow shot up quickly when i finally looked at her. Gun in hand, her smirk widened even more. Her long slender arms aiming straight for my head.

“You have got to be kidding me.” I said lowly. Of course they’re here to rob us. All we are is a come up for people like them. All this money, all this power, and this unbreakable bond we formed. There are really people out there that hate the sound of us doing well. These bitches especially.

Everyone around us froze in surprise as the rest of red velvet pulled out firearms. Sehun, along with the surprised crowd, stopped moving. We tried to tell him his girl isn’t what she seems.

“Alright then, one of you rookies go fire the body guards outside. Im gonna go bring the car around.” I said with my hands up in the air. I am simply not in the mood for these girls right now. I just wanted to relax tonight.

The sound of a gun shot off loudly filling the room with panic. I ducked after remembering seulgi was aiming for me, and i think wendy too. A bullet blew past the top of my lowered head, penetrating the couch, then the floor. I grabbed baekhyun’s hand and ran behind the couch, hoping that didn’t hit anyone.

“What the fuck!” I yelled. Just when i thought i couldn’t get any more annoyed.

“Drop all your wallets, and jewelry, and you might not get shot down!” I heard irene yell. I continued to stay low, ducking behind the injured couch. I peeked above to see irene holding her weapon to sehun’s neck with a grin.

“Fuck this being nice shit. I think i gave them enough chances to breathe air.” I said to myself softly. To hell with it. My hand reached for the knife on my person. It’s the only thing i brought and the only thing i need. My legs picked up the past as i crouch ran towards wendy who was running the pockets of some random guy that definitely isn’t a exo rookie. My foot connected with the girls face harshly, her body hitting the floor and her hand dropping the gun in it. Just when my instinct kicked in to stick my knife in her neck she whipped her head around in complete fear. My arm stopped in it’s tracks to analyze what i should really do at the moment.

“Ughhh! You’re so fucking lucky.” I said before kicking her one more good time to knock her out.

My girls had already taken care of the other unwanted guests, and sehun had switched the gun around on irene while she stood in front of him with shaky knees.

“Shoot them all, i don’t want to see their fucking faces again!” I looked at suho standing from the vip area with a pissed off expression.

Sehun cocked his head to the side quickly, im sure he didn’t have a problem now that he knows what’s up with her. But for some reason. I do.

“Don’t! don’t shoot okay, they’re a pain in the ass but they don’t deserve to be dead.” I said, slowly walking over to sehun.

“Nope! They tried to play sehun, held him hostage, and attempted to rob our club. They have to go.” Suho spoke sternly down at me.

“Okay, then, let’s figure something else out. But let them live.” I pleaded with the man. I don’t even know why myself, to be honest.

“Hm, okay, bring them back to the house. All of them. I know just how they can repay me for the shit they pulled tonight.” Suho had a dark aura when he fixed the sleeves of his shirt.

“W-w-what are you going to do t-to us?” Irene asked with a stutter.

“Oh, don’t worry. Im a business man, consider this as me taking you in as my employee, except every penny you make goes to me, either that or you can die where you’re standing.” The boss man spoke as he glided down the stairs, happy to have found another source of income, obviously.

“He has such a hard-on for money.” Chen said out of nowhere.

“Don’t we all?” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah.”

The feeling of being under water has always been so inviting for me. I love how my body feels so surrounded and engulfed in it. The weightless but also somewhat heavy feel to my body. The challenge of holding my breath. Im much like a kid when i get around water. Then again i never went to the pool or the beach much when i was little, no matter how much i wanted to. I never really went anywhere except school, to be honest. My mother was always too busy staying home and waiting for my dad to arrive with a new girl on his arm to take me anywhere. I remember those days like they were yesterday. He would tell me that he faked being drunk just get a girl to drive him to his house. I remember how he would have sex in his car outside. And how i was so young all i thought he was doing was showing those woman the boxers i helped my mom pick out for him on fathers day. I remember the feeling of being alone in the world because my older brother ran away from home so young and left me to fend for myself. My brother....i remember how much i had wished i found him sooner.

None of them ever gave a shit about me. But maybe my broth-

Air, i need air!

My body sprung out of the water while i flipped my wet hair out of my face. I was breathing deeply in and out to get rid of the deprived feeling i have. My hands ran through the soaked strands of my hair while i started to breathe steadily again. I wiped my face before opening my eyes. The blue sky of this warm early morning and the huge white mansion i live in, greeted me with what felt like smiles.

Bad things have happened to everyone in there. Things that messed them up. But we found a way out of it and here we are. Living the lives of filthy criminals. I guess after we all struggled so much we weren’t able to think about struggling more. We weren’t strong enough to. Life punched us and now we’re finally punching it back. Making money the dirty way, and hurting others. Even taking lives. But to be frank, i don’t think any of us care about others anymore. I don’t think any of us would even think twice about pulling the trigger on someone now. We aren’t good people. We’re damaged goods. There’s no more denying for us. There’s no reason to.

What’s so wrong with giving up on being right?

“What are you thinking about, baek?”

Aya’s voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to the side of the pool where she is standing, clad in a big t-shirt and slippers. Her hand was occupied with a cup of something, and her hair looks so messy from sleep,

She looks perfect like this. So, so perfect.

“I’ve been shot.” I said under my breath.

“You what?” She spoke loudly at the edge of the pool. Her free hand cupped her ear and her eyebrows raised.

“Nothing!” My chuckle bouncing off the water. “Good morning babygirl!”

“Morning...” She said with her attention switching to her now barefoot dipping into the water.

Adorable.

Aya bit her lip and took her foot out. Her hand sat down her mug as she kicked off the other slipper on her left foot. I held my breath in anticipation of her next move, watching her take a few steps back and away from the edge. The girl suddenly ran towards the water. A smile growing on her face with every movement.

A large splash sound hit my ears when aya dived into the warm pool without hesitation. Her head popped up out of the water as she smiled so brightly, moving her hair out of the way.

“I fucking love you so much, it’s insane.”

“What was that baekhyun!?” The girl yelled at me as she tried to dry her face more.

“Nothing! Come here!” i yelled back at her. She paddled across cutely and in a hurry. My eyes couldn’t get enough of the site. If only there was such thing as a replay button.

“Hi.” She whispered when she threw her arms over my shoulders.

“Hi.” I said back with a smile, my hands squeezing her waist.

“What were you thinking about? I saw you were in deep thought when i came out here.”

“I was thinking about life. Or the things that surround me, rather.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well. Sure. I was just thinking about how, maybe i would have been different if my brother was still alive.”

“That is true. We all could have been different if that one thing that pushed over the edge didn’t happen.”

“But then i thought, it did happen, and i am different. And maybe im not living the best life. But i am young, and im rich as fuck, and i have you, and everyone else. I guess what im saying is im happy. Am i allowed to be happy?”

“I would like to think everyone should be allowed to be happy. But then when i think about the shit i have done, and the shit i will do, i think otherwise. On the other hand, after everything i have been through, happiness is something i had to fight for. Hard. Now im here, and im happy, and if this is so wrong i don’t ever want to be right. You know?”

“Yeah, i get that.” I said lowly while looking at her arms that are linked around me.

“The real question is, how did you hold up while i was gone?”

“I was in complete misery. Is it possible to get physically sick because of your need for someone?”

“I don’t know the answer to that one, baek. But i do understand what you mean. Though i had to keep my health up, if not i would have lost my hope of getting out of there.”

“My babygirl is so strong. Too strong. Im kind of scared of you.” I joked with her and chuckled when a smile graced her face and my eyes. “That whole experience taught me how to man up, and it taught me how to be strong like you.”

Her cheeks lit up a light red color as she smiled shyly at me. She has no idea how special i feel. Im so happy to be the one that put that expression on this pretty face of hers.

“Well i learned that i can trust people, and that i love people, and that i can count on people. Also that it’s not only me in this world.”

“And don’t you ever forget that.” I said playfully. My nose nudged hers before she looked up for a second. Quickly she read my eyes. I hope she read them well. My lips latched onto hers slowly and she gripped on my shoulders.

“How much do you love me?” She pulled back and said breathlessly.

“To the moon and back. I took you there last night, remember?” I said, a smirk accidentally slipping it’s way onto my lips.

Her hands dug into the water and made a quick upwards motion, splashing me in the face with chlorinated water. I struggled to get to her and stop the torture but my eyes closed tightly so i couldn’t find her. I took a chance and held my breath before diving for her and into the water. Her body filled up my arms as i fell into the warm pool. All i could feel was her struggling and the thick shirt she wore to bed. Our bodies popped up at the same time, missing that sweet oxygen.

“You play too much!” She yelled with the cutest giggle and extremely soaked features.

“So do you!”

Im still young and im still figuring shit out. Im allowed to do that. I know as long as i have these people surrounding me.

Everything’s going to be okay.

AUTHORS NOTE : Ahahahahaha! I did it! and yes the smut is shitty i freakin knowwwww!!! im going to get better T-T i hope.......anywaysss yall got to see more into baekhyun this chapter i hope you guys liked that uwu lmao you might get a look into chanyeols mind too soon...i mean.. what? hahah i hope you enjoyedddd if you did let me know i wanna talk more with you all uwu and also im about to hit 80 followers what should i do?

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